It’s hard to believe that four years have passed since this saucy little ginger puss stepped paw into our lives.
He was only 8 months old when he came here, but he doesn’t look much different than he did then. Cats aren’t normally done growing until almost a year old and we thought he’d get a bit bigger, but Rupert must have finished early… because he’s Mr. Tiny.
It’s most apparent when he’s beside Relic (who is a GIANT cat), but you can see it pretty well beside both Peno and Burton too. Little Ru is only 6 lbs, 6oz, but he’s jammed packed with attitude.
He’s not afraid to tell you when he’s offended by something. And this cat is offended by EVERYTHING! Birds in the yard (he especially hates robins), squirrels in the yard, rabbits in the yard… well anything in the yard – including Relic, who’s been part of this household for three years now. But Rupert still has to protest is presence every time he sees him hanging out or coming home.
He is offended if his favourite furry blanket is missing from the bed, if you pass him on the stairs, or even just make eye contact when he’s pretending he’s invisible. And for the love of god… DO NOT sneeze in his presence. That will earn you a death glare that’s sure to be instantly fatal.
Other than the death glare, most of his protests are vocal. And if a cat could ever sound like an old man complaining… Rupert has managed it. He might be tiny but his whine is BIG.
While he sleeps most of the day (in a sunbeam or on his favourite furry blanket in bed), every night around about 10 p.m., he goes into what we call “Gingernuts Mode”. It’s the typical cat zoomies, except its punctuated by some interesting caterwauling that sounds eerily similar to the sound of Ecto-1 from Ghostbusters. He also makes the same noise when he’s about to poop… and of course, to announce that he HAS pooped. Don’t ask me what that’s about.
And he loves to play. For some reason his favourite game is for me to grab at his butt while he folds himself in half and bites his own tail.
I don’t understand it, but he seems to like it, so we keep doing it.
And despite his super-sized attitude, he can actually be really sweet. He loves to snuggle (especially in winter). It took him a while to discover the joys of a lap, but once he did… well let’s just say, if he wants a lap, you better give him one.
He usually sleeps curled up against me – though that may have something to do with the fact that I usually sleep with his favourite furry blanket. Even if he doesn’t come to bed with me, he’s always there in the morning.
Like the other cats, he enjoys spending his summers outside….
Or enjoying a good long nap in a sunbeam.
He might be the strangest cat I’ve ever had… but I wouldn’t have him any other way!
What a cutie!! Definitely his own cat…with a catitude!!
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Happy Gotchaversary, Rupert!
What a purrsonality!
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Rupert, you have trained your humans well!
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The photo on the cat tree REALLY shows how small he is.
But ……………….BIG personality. He shares a lot of traits with our Mr. G. How is it that the smallest of cats seem to hold the biggest personalities???
Happy Gotcha Day, Ru.
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that was so fun!~!! He has a big personality. ! I love that in a cat. Gotcha day! hooray. He has beautiful fur an eyes. HE’s a bit of a tiger too. I think our biggest personalities are Fezzy and Pie.
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Oh, he is just beautiful! Tabby cats are so special. He may be small but he is loaded with personality.
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Four years? Already? I can’t believe it either. He is such a cutie. I love a ginger cat.
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I love it! Orange cats always have a lot of personality, that’s for sure.
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He surely must be an old man wrapped in a cat’s body. LOL!
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I loved reading his bio–good job of describing him and his idiosyncrasies!
He’s a beauty of a boy.
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I have a female ginger tabby manx that has attitude like him. And he does some of the same stuff that Nubby does. Like the caterwauling. And she loves her softy blanky. He’s a pretty boy. He and Nubby have the same color eyes too. She is the light and love of my life.
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He’s so handsome! And he looks so much like our Calvin. Except Calvin is 11 pounds! I didn’t realize Calvin was big, until we went to take him home from the shelter, and he wouldn’t fit in Yadi’s old carrier. Yadi was a peanut!
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