A week in the life of AgaThor the Super Kitten

As promised, a blog that consists mainly of happy things – that is, a week in the life of AgaThor the Super Kitten as seen through pictures. The last blog post was a little heavy. I hope this one lifts your spirits!

As many of you know, AgaThor has two mom’s. One main mother, that being my own mother, and me, who helps out when she can. Last week, AgaThor, the rest of my mom’s zoo, plus my own two cats (Artemis and Persephone) were my responsibility. In other words, AgaThor and I had a major cuddle session for a week straight. Here are pictures of AgaThor as well as a few photos of his housemates, his lifestyle, his primary house, and his best friend. Enjoy!!!



“Hey, what’s up, guys?” – AgaThor




This is AgaThor’s special homemade food. If you’ve read past blog entries, you know that he has some digestive issues caused by his paralysis. What is in this cold stew, you ask? Check out the recipe below!


KMR = Kitten Milk Replacer; A/D is Science Diet canned wet food. Can you read my mother’s handwriting?



“I can barely see over this stupid cone, you guys.” – AgaThor



“My favorite thing is chillaxin’ in the sun. But, this cone is REALLY messing with my mojo. How am I going to pick up any hot chicks at the beach when I have this on?!” – AgaThor



“Having said that, I’m still a pretty handsome guy…even when wearing The Cone of Shame.” – AgaThor




This is Hannah, AgaThor’s bestest bud! Hannah only visits for about a week out of the month. But, she’s a regular around here. She and AgaThor are only a few months apart in age, hence their friendship. If you’re new to the blog, check older posts for more Hannah info, pics, and vids.




My mom has a bit of a green thumb, unlike me.



This is Austin, the oldest dog in the house. He and his brother were found on the side of the road, ribs protruding. They were about two months old at the time. We found a home for his brother. He is a shy dog; a bit of a reluctant alpha. He loves sticking his nose in the dirt (see picture above) and his man cave (his dog cage).




AgaThor loves to be scratched. Because his rear limbs are, for the most part, paralyzed, he can’t scratch himself. Scratching is one of the main duties, other than food preparation, of his human slaves.





This is Aphrodite, one of AgaThor’s housemates. I named her. All of the pets with awesome names were named by me.  Aphrodite has an alpha personality, just like AgaThor does. So, you rarely see them cuddle. Whenever I was on the couch with Aggie (one of his many nicknames. Others include ‘MagnaForce’), he ran her off if she tried to cuddle with me. “She’s all mine! ME ME ME ME ME.” <-AgaThor. Don’t worry, though. I didn’t always let AgaThor get away with it.




This is Buttons, another of Aggie’s housemates. Her and Aggie don’t interact all that much because she seems to hate other cats and craves only human attention. As you can see, she is trying to lure me into staying in bed with her so she can get more cuddles.




This is Indy. She stays in the art room at my mom’s house because she is scared of her own shadow.  As with all of the other animals in this homestead, she is a rescue. She was feral when she was rescued a few years ago. And, though she has warmed up a little, loud noises will make her run from you very easily. She’s a delicate little butterfly.




“I’m such a hot stud.” – AgaThor sunning himself in the living room





This is Brutus. Or, as I sometimes call him, Mr. Big and Beefy. Or, as my mom sometimes calls him, Boulder Head. A few years ago he (and his companion Caesar) showed up on my mom’s porch demanding love and food. How could we resist?  Caesar, though living on my mother’s property, is still feral, so petting him is rare and getting a photo of him is just as rare. Let’s just say that he is all black, like Brutus, but a bit more slender and less alpha male.  My mother already had more than enough cats inside the house, but don’t worry, folks. They are living the best life that outdoor cats can. They have cat shelters that are heated in the winter, plenty of food and love, and are both neutered. What’s the deal with their names, you ask? Well, they used to be best friends when they arrived. But, not long after, a female cat showed up and Brutus betrayed Caesar, forcing him off of the porch to make room for the new arrival. Hence, his name. She was a gorgeous long-haired tame cat that was already spayed, so, thankfully, we found her a forever home a few months after her arrival. However, there is still, even a couple of years later, tension between the two males that didn’t exist before her arrival. Is anyone interested in converting the Shakespeare tale into a tale about these two?





AgaThor and Hannah sunning themselves together in the living room.



This is the newest piece of Aggie-proof furniture. He really enjoys going up the stairs, but coming down is the problem. So, my mother has had to install this baby gate on the stairs. AgaThor simply hates it. He thinks it’s the worst thing ever.





This is Cocoa. She’s often too wiggly (excitable) to get a good picture of, so this is the best I could do. Austin, seen above, actually picked her out himself. My mother took Austin to the animal rescue and introduced different dogs to him to gauge his reaction. She was the only one that he wagged his tail for. ADOPTED!


Aggie wanted to end the blog on the best note possible, so he’s in his prim and proper pose. He promises that he would be a proper, young man if you invite him to any black tie affairs.

The next blog post will include a video. Is the suspense killing you?

This is the end. I hope you have enjoyed this post, my dear friend.


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