Caesar is our 7 year old short-haired domestic house cat. Let me tell you his story.
Despite having our previous cat, Jenga, for only a month before she passed of Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP) which she probably caught at the SPCA from where we adopted her, it took us a long time to want to adopt another cat again. When we were ready, we had called our veterinarian in Charlottesville, where we were living at the time, and asked if FIP was still running rampant at the local SPCA. He had said it was not, however interestingly enough, a pregnant cat was brought into the clinic recently, and they planned on putting the kittens up for adoption. Needless to say, we were very interested.
Caesar’s mother, Lucy, was owned by someone else until she ran away, had a fling with a male cat and became pregnant. When Lucy’s owner found out Lucy was pregnant, she dropped her off and abandoned her at another vet clinic in Charlottesville where a wife of another vet at our clinic worked. They took the pregnant cat in to their home and then into our vet clinic when she was ready to give birth. Caesar was the last born and had to be cesarean sectioned, hence how he got his name. We chose not to change his name because we liked it, and it always makes for a good story!
I met Lucy and her four kittens – 2 boys and 2 girls – when they were starting the first-come, first-served adoption process. I held Lucy and the 2 boys – Head (who had a rather large head for the size of his body) and Caesar. We debated adopting the mother, but thought it would be fun to have a kitten. We told them we’d like either of the boys, and since some other lady really wanted the other male kitten, we got Caesar!
Caesar is super friendly and sociable. He has his front claws and loves to use them while playing and wrestling. He loves twice a day belly scratches and eats out of an automatic feeder so he doesn’t wake us up at 5 in the morning begging for food. Last we weighed him he was about 16 pounds, which is down from the 19 pounds that he weighed before he had to start dieting. He’s super soft, will let anyone pick him up (if you can catch him!) and likes to lick the salt from tortilla chips off your fingers. He also likes to dance to Thriller and Gangsta’s Paradise.