Tumbler, not to be confused with tumblr, is my special kitty. He was born with cerebellar hypoplasia and some mental defects, but is the best cat in the world. No, he really is. I was lucky enough to find the best cat in the world. Sorry! He is never short on antics, love, and animal noises. He can be a sheep, an owl, a pig, and various other creatures. Also, like John Locke from LOST, don't tell him what he can't do. He may need a ramp to do stairs and have the inability to jump or climb due to his condition, but Tumbler has many dreams and a lot of persistence. You'll see.
PS. He's named Tumbler because when he walks, he wobbles and/or falls over. Seemed fitting.
Tumbler told me he wanted to be a tailor. I told him to live the dream. He measured himself quite efficiently. I believe he will be designing a new pair of white pants to match his handsome white socks. Tim Gunn would be proud.
Hi! It’s me, Tumbler! I went on an adventure yesterday. Momma took me to the vet because I did this to Juice’s face by accident when we were playing. I forgot not to use my claws. Momma took me along with Juice for moral support because my sister doesn’t like to go anywhere without me. I was excited for the adventure so I surprised Momma and got right in our carrier when she put it in the kitchen. She laughed when she saw I had climbed in myself and was ready to go. Juice was not excited at all, but I calmed her down once she got in the carrier with me. We snuggled.
The vet was a nice man who said, “Oh I LOVE the kitties with cerebellar hypoplasia!” I know that is what I have so I felt special. When he gave me some shots, Momma looked worried, but I didn’t mind at all. I just snuggled him to let him know I love everything, including shots. I needed to show Juice I would go first so she would not be scared. The vet petted me and told me I was a handsome boy, but I already know that. He wasn’t even mad that I hurt Juice’s face. She will be pretty again soon.
I made my duck noise for the vet and he laughed when he heard the quack the way Momma usually does. Everyone was very impressed with me, but I don’t know why. The vet tech was a nice lady who snuggled me good - she even gave me kisses in my fur when I was waiting on the table for Juice to hurry up and be done. My fur makes people want to kiss it. I can’t wait to go back, because adventures are what you make them.
Tumbler told me he wanted to experience serenity. I told him to live the dream. He seriously sat right there and contemplated the poster we were moving, which is where I found him, so I took his photo.
Hi! It’s me, Tumbler. When I celebrate something special, I enjoy wearing a shirt collar and bow tie. Today’s celebration: getting Dad to put all the furniture back the way Momma likes it after he’d rearranged it without her.
Hi! It’s me, Tumbler. I like to pull lint from underneath the couch, then eat it. I spend minutes doing this and Momma yells at me. She tries to redirect me, but I always go right back to the couch lint. It’s a kitty delicacy. Yum.