…or Shay Shey as those who know him call him. He’s also known as Mr. Personality…errr Multipersonality, that is. Shay Shey was delivered by my two sisters by way of my niece Raquel who tried to take him in, but wasn’t having any success with her cat Isis in accepting him into their home, so he was “shipped” to me. It turns out, and be forwarned this could make you boiling mad, that my niece’s former boss had purchased Shay Shey from a backyard breeder who claimed he was purebred Main Coon Cat. (Of which couldn’t be farther from the truth as far as his breeding is concerned). “Not happy” with his personality, my niece’s former boss was going to stick him in a dumbster and leave him to fend for himself. My niece got wind of it, and took him instead. She called me for help, and I told her she just had to get him to me.
As it turned out, my sisters were in town and were snagged into to the task of bringing him to me, which was quite a challenge because Mr. Personality was one tempermental little kitten at the time. (My one sister called him ADHD kitty). Maybe he got wind of his previous owner’s dumpster idea, who knows? I mighta been a little tempermental if I had found out someone wanted to put me there as a kid. Needless to say, the little bugger-who was pretty little even for 10-12 weeks-had “issues”. When he wasn’t “playing” too hard with my other kitties, he was bouncing off my head in the middle night for no apparent reason other than he liked too. I spent a time there, covered in scratches because he apparently thought I was a tree to climb also.
(he may look all sweet and innocent here, but don’t let him kid u!)
(and that same sweet little kitten biting my finger)
And the MOST ironic of the whole situation, is that once he was done tormenting them, he would cuddle up to them, and to their chagrin, amazement, irritation, mortification, etc.,,like nothing was wrong whatsoever.
to say he drove them crazy, was putting it mildly.
Today Shay Shey is an older, 5 years, kitty. Altho he’s alot mellower, he definitely has several distinct personalities. There’s the loving one who jumps on u as soon as you come in the door, or if he’s snuck out will jump on you like he hasn’t seen you for a year when he gets back in-usually followed with him sticking his fuzzy butt in your face and why he does this i have no idea. Then there’s the Mr. Hothead who’s coming out can never be predicted, and the Mr. Mischief who you can count on coming out, if you have a drink of some kind anywhere, with a straw in it. No matter where it is, if there’s a straw, he’ll find it.
And then there’s just plain Mr. Weird, where you look at Shay Shey and ask “what on god’s earth are u doing?”
I have seen the little man become and instant pogo stick in the simple pursuit of a bug. Yes, a pogo stick! And I’ve also seen him do this in attempts to catch a toy, but when u walk into a room and you cat is continuously bouncing into the air for no reason, you have a tendency to wonder, “is he all there?” lol
And then there’s Mr. Amazing who can “leap to great heights in a single bound” without knocking something over…usually. I’ve had him even manage to get on top of my high kitchen cubbarbs and then leap from them down to the floor because that was the only way he could get down.
Initially my intentions were to find him another permanent home than mine. But I worried about finding someone who could again accept his tempermental ways. My vet even offered to help with rehoming, but it soon became evident that he was going to be permanent, especially when my friend Mary asked “do you think he’s a good fit (with the others)?” To which I replied yes!
(Now older, mellower, and occassionally the one to get picked on by other younger kitties yet still full of high entertainment value!)