My name is Finn and as you can see I’m a beautiful seal point mitted ragdoll kitten that came into this world on 27 th October 2018. That makes me a Scorpio which is rather odd as I would’ve thought Leo would be more my sign. I was born in Kerikeri. New Zealand. My breeder was Anita at Happycat Ragdolls. She’s been doing it for 20 years and really knows her stuff so I was in good hands as a baby.
I flew down to Christchurch on the hottest day of the new year and I was very stressed and panting. My new mummy was very worried about me as I wouldn’t take any water or food but a few hours later I was wolfing it down. I do love my tucker.
My new mummy researched all the cat breeds out there and reckoned Ragdolls would be a good match with her lifestyle and my personality traits. We hit it off immediately. She says she fell in love with me from the very first photo that the breeder sent down. If I wasn’t so humble I’d have to agree. I am gorgeous so what’s not to love ? Lol.
I have a very large extended family of my mummys aunties and uncles ( they’re really her friends) who all love me. Many have offered to cat sit me should she go away without me. They even helped to select my name. Mummy was gonna call me Koda then Banjo but now I’m Finn which is short for Phineas. I get called that when I’m naughty. I’m naughty a lot.
I’ve discovered a whole lot of stuff that needs a closer cat inspection. I’m often jumping up on the dining room table or basins. I climb curtains and even fly screens. I love to claw the carpet usually right next to my scratching pads. My mummy doesn’t understand why I do that. She’s tried those carpet sprays that are meant to stop me from doing it but they haven’t worked so now she has a water sprayer that goes everywhere with her. Let’s just say I dry out very quickly in this NZ heat.
I’m otherwise a very spoilt kitten. I have lots of toys and cat beds and caves but I prefer to sleep on the highest perch of my cat tower when my mummy is on the couch. I sometimes pretend I’m sleeping and when she goes anywhere I’m right there with her. I haven’t really used any of the cat beds or caves. I’m starting to use my window bed. Mum raised it as I jump higher now. Other times I nestle between her lower legs and go to sleep there. This means mummy can’t move cos she doesn’t want to wake me.
I’m so lucky I get to sleep with my mummy at night. She prefers me to sleep on top of the bed which I do but I prefer under the bed which I do a lot more then I can attack her toes when she gets up.
She says I’m her new alarm clock. I wake her up very early even on her holidays. She doesn’t get to sleep in anymore. She’s checking my food bowl at 5.30 to 7 am then she heads back to bed but I have other ideas and attack her hands or feet. She says I have very sharp teeth. I bite her all the time when she’s trying to clean them. She’s now gonna try that gel stuff you wipe on teeth instead of the paste and finger applicator.
It’s a lot of fun when she tries to brush me and clip my nails as I think it’s a game and try to eat the brush and clippers while purring throughout. Yeah I know, I’m a strange cat but that’s part of my charm.
My favorite toys include a cat tunnel one of my American aunties sent me for Christmas and a flutter fly. I also love my fish wand. I’ve eaten all the feathers and chewed through the elastic string in several areas but I love it to pieces. My mummy will play walkies with me in the house with the wand as bait. She knows I’ll follow her. Sometimes she’s holding the stick and I’m following behind her carrying the fish in my mouth. This makes her laugh a lot. We make a great team. I follow my mummy everywhere she goes. I’m her little shadow.
She gets down on the floor and plays with me and retrieves my toys from under the furniture. This is hard for my mummy to do after her knee surgery. I help her out by jumping on top of the bathroom vanity unit to give her cuddles . I also attack her clothes she’s going to put on while she’s in the shower. She’s learnt to rub the steam off the shower glass and then we give each other a high five while I’m on the vanity. This melts her heart she tells me.
She threw me a welcoming party and all my uncles and aunties came and we all had a great time. I was the centre of attention and got patted and loved by a lot of extended family who also think I’m gorgeous. Can’t complain about their taste!
Mummy’s trying to get me used to a leash so we can go out for walkies to increase my exercise and to a playpen which she can put outside to keep me safe from dogs and other cats but I’m not dumb. I’m gonna make her work harder at getting me to like these. One of my past times is to sit inside looking through the windows at the reserve where people walk their unleashed dogs. It looks so nice outside and I know that one day I will be happy out there inside my playpen with my flutter fly and cat tunnel.
Mummys still trying to work out my routine. I like to vary it but basically it’s eat, get the zoomies ( that’s where I go crazy and run and jump all over the place. The water sprayer comes out then too). Sleep then cuddle time then start all over again. It’s a full on day.
I have a great appetite and tricked mum into believing I liked a certain food. It was really expensive and I went off it. Luckily she could exchange it for other foods I love. When I’m lucky I get white tuna meat as a special treat. My mum feeds me wet food with a small sprinkling of dry kitten biscuits. She’s looking after my kidneys in case I get problems with them later.
I drink from a water fountain as I like running water. This does not stop me from investigating mummys coffee or food.
She had more aunties over specially to see me and they had lunch with cheese.
I showed one of my aunties how well I could jump on the table ( it was my first time) and then I devoured some edam cheese. My aunties said the look on my mummys face was priceless. Boy did she whip me off that table quickly. Threw the cheese out. Such a waste. I would’ve eaten it all for her. Never got the diarrhea she was worried about either. Do you think she’d let me have anymore cheese. No way Jose. Talk about unfair.
I’m gonna get me a half or full sibling later in the year to keep me company when she’s at work. I’m looking forward to that. I think mummys concerned in case we don’t get on but time works out these things. All I know is I’m gonna be a big brother. His or her name is gonna be Murphy or Tallulah at this stage.
I wonder if they will get called possom or fluffbum or little monster like I do. I even get called Mr Finn should really be King Finn but I’ll settle for Mr. Its better than slug lord which I refuse to respond to. A cats gotta draw the line somewhere.
I’m already living up to my nine lives reputation. I’ve zoomed into a wall several times and haven’t given myself a head injury. Amazing when one considers the speed I was going and my delicate bone structure. I’ve fallen off the cat tower a few times … also related to having the zoomies. I’ve been biting the cords behind the TV. Mummys wishing she had left it attached to the wall now. I haven’t been electrocuted even though she thinks I’m giving it a good go from chewing on any and all electrical cords.
Mums even had to revert to walking like a giant as I’m always underfoot and have had my tail or paw stepped on a few times.
Once she even went to roll over in bed but felt this furry lump by her tummy. Yes it was the first time I crawled inside the bed while she was sleeping. Just about squashed me she did. Think we both got a fright. She gave me lots of reassuring pats after that.
I’m doing my best to put the crazy into her crazy cat woman title. I’m driving her crazy by using toilet paper as a new toy. Helping her out when she’s cleaning out my litter tray. Finding new places to hide. She still hasn’t found them. Not answering to my name…. she thinks I have selective hearing. Me who can hear a creak of a cushion!! Completely not understanding the word NO in conjunction with Finn usually as I’m doing something she considers to be bad. Usually this No Finn is now accompanied by that water sprayer. It’s quickly becoming the bane of my kittenhood.
I think she was disappointed in discovering that I displayed no early warning sense of an earthquake. We had a small one here the other day and I was grooming myself pre, peri and post shake. I mean really! As I was taught by my cat mum – one must always look presentable in the event of an emergency or natural disaster. I must say I was looking rather dapper as the house and earth shook around me. Cat mum would’ve been proud.
Well I suppose that’s enough about me. I could go on about my fine attributes but I’ll leave that for another day. Maybe when I’m older.
I’ve attached some photos of me showing my shining personality and gorgeousness for all to see. I’m waiting for some cat model agency to spot me and offer me a contract.
Have a good day fellow Hoomans. Thank you for reading all about me. My modesty prevents me from going on.
Have a very happy and prospurrous 2019.
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