Friends of the Community Hive Pets I am grateful for this beautiful and open window to transmit our love for pets. This is my first time in this interesting community. Today I will tell you about Mi Nieto Gato.
His name is Pantera, Sanchez Hernandez, honoring his resemblance to a black Panther but with lots of fur. His arrival was not from the jungle, like all panthers. Let's say it was casual and accidental. In this cover photo, he appears with one of his favorite toys, a shoebox! Enjoy friends of my Grandson Cat and his day to day life.

One night, when my son was coming home from the office, he was driving through a lonely area and, in the middle of the street, there was a little black animal sitting there that made him stop abruptly. The car headlights illuminated the little eyes glowing in the dark. She got out and picked it up in her arms. It was a tiny, weak, fragile kitten that was lost in the middle of nowhere. All around it were only bushes.

It had a thin little face and long pointed ears, it was really ugly. Very much like a bat. That's how I saw it when I got the first pictures. I didn't know him yet. With his little googly eyes and sad look. My children made the decision to adopt him forever.

They got used to his presence and his care. They bathed him and cleaned him up, took him to the vet, dewormed him and did all the proper treatments for him to grow up healthy with medical guidelines, since we had never had cats as pets. They gave him his identification and control tag. They gave him his first and last name, Pantera Sanchez Hernandez. He became part of our family.

When I met him he was about 2 and a half years old at home. He cried when he was bathed, until he got used to it and adapted. They put bars on the balcony with little squares to prevent him from falling. Because the apartment is on the second floor. The adaptation process was not easy because he was very shy.

He was taken to the park with his collar, his tag and his leash to keep him on a leash without letting go. Little by little he lost his fear of people and other animals, however, as he is a house cat, he does not go out in the street. If he has to go out, he is carried in the backpack. He has been raised as a baby. You'll figure it out later.

We had bought him a little house to sleep in, but it was too small for him. We are about to buy him a house, and in the meantime, he plays ball with all of us. He lives up to his breed. The cat is the master of the humans who adopt him.

Cuando lo conocí tenía unos 2 años y medio en casa. Lloraba cuando lo bañaban, hasta que se acostumbró y se adaptó. Le pusieron rejas en el balcón con cuadraditos para evitar que se cayera. Porque el apartamento está en el segundo piso. El proceso de adaptación no fue fácil porque era muy tímido.

Lo llevaron al parque con su collar, su chapa y su correa para tenerlo sujeto sin soltarlo. Poco a poco fue perdiendo el miedo a las personas y a otros animales, sin embargo, como es un gato casero, no sale a la calle. Si tiene que salir, se le lleva en la mochila. Ha sido criado como un bebé. Ya se dará cuenta más adelante.

Le habíamos comprado una casita para dormir, pero era demasiado pequeña para él. Estamos a punto de comprarle una casa, y mientras tanto, juega a la pelota con todos nosotros. Hace honor a su raza. El gato es el amo de los humanos que lo adoptan.

In this photo we can see that her diet is based on Whiskas brand cat food. She says it keeps her vision healthy because of vitamin A, her urinary tract controlled with minerals. It helps to keep his health, skin and coat healthy, because it contains fatty acids, Omega 6 and zinc. It is a bit expensive, but it is worth it and he is used to it. When they bring him another one, he refuses it, it comes with chicken and meat flavor.

The litter box is something separate. We put it on the balcony, because he doesn't like, of course, like all cats, to be watched while doing his business. He has been trained since he arrived, without any problems. Cats can be raised at home, because they are very neat, of course when they lick themselves with their rough tongue like sandpaper, you have to be careful because they swallow the hairs and then vomit them and immediately you have to clean up. At home my children bathe them with their special shampoo, to keep their fur clean, shiny and healthy.

He is a perfect spoiled brat. My kids are in love with Panther. He has grown up and is getting handsome.
He has an angora-like coat, long and black. On his chest he has a mole of gray hairs.

Here his antics . He is fascinated with bags, he loves to get inside and disappear. He sleeps in the afternoons on my children's feet or arms. Always looking for human warmth

Moments of pleasure. Here we see my grandson cat; on some arms, on top of my legs, lying down with his whole body stretched out like there is no tomorrow and posing for my pictures.

We can see him lying down, while they talk, which is normal, he is always hugging his feet. The other collage, are pictures of him posing for me, because I look like a crazy grandma, taking pictures of him. He's on the foot of one of my sons and in a bag, that's part of his daily life.

In this picture I was able to capture the crucial moment of his greatest mischief. He discovered the closet door open and went in to make a mess. Once the crime was committed, when he saw that the door was closed, he went out scared ... But I was hunting him to have the evidence.