Welcome to Dylanthecat.com, home of the cutest cat in the world. Dylan is with out a doubt the cutest cat in the world.
Dylan passed away last December. I woke up one morning around 10:30. Dylan was sleeping on the floor curled up in my bathrobe. He usually slept in the bed next to me, but I thought nothing of it. I went out and had to take care of a few things. I got home around 4 in the afternoon, and Dylan was still sleeping! I said that's enough Dylan, time to get up. I picked him up, and he was breathing really shallow. I talked to my mom and she said I had better call the vet. I called the vet, and they said bring him in ASAP.
When I got to the vet they took Dylan into the back and started to run some tests on him. They also took a few x-rays. The vet came out and showed me the x-rays. Dylan had fluid in his lungs. The vet said Dylan had pneumonia! They gave him some antibiotics and oxygen. The vet said that I should put Dylan into intensive care, but that would cost $1000 a day. I didn't have that kind of money so I left Dylan with the vet.
The next morning I got a call. The vet informed me that Dylan had passed away in the middle of the night. I was heart broken. I had Dylan privately cremated. his ashes are in a velvet bag on top of my shelf.
It is a funny story how Dylan got his name.
A few of my friends got kittens, and they were a lot of fun to play with. I really wanted a dog(don't tell Dylan), but I wouldn't be able to give it all of the attention that it would need. So I decided to get a kitten. On the advice of several friends, I went to the pound. I spent a couple of hours trying out different kittens, and finally found one. I talked with the lady at the pound, filled out all of the forms, and was all set to pick the kitten up when I got out of work. When I got out of work, I went to the pound to get my new kitten. When I got there the lady said that I needed to see my landlord and get some papers signed. I went to my landlord, and they wanted me to pay $20 a month to have a cat. No way!!! So I picked up a copy of the paper and started to make some calls. After a several hours with no luck, my phone rang, and it was an old lady with free kittens! I hopped in my crown vic and went to her house. When I got there she only had two kittens left. I picked up the first one,and it tried to get way. I picked up the second one, and it fell asleep in my arms! I said I'll take this one! I then asked her what sex the kitten was. She got down in there, looked around and said that is was a girl. I said thank you and hopped back into my car.
I named my new little girl kitten Jenna.
On my way home I called my sister and told her I just got a kitten! She hopped in her car and met me at the store. We picked up a litter box, bowls, cat food, cat treats, cat toys, and of course a pink collar with a little pink bell.
When I got back to my place, we set up the litter box and food and water bowls, and put the pink collar with the little pink bell on Jenna. She was sooooo cute!
The next day I called all of my friends and told them I just got a kitten. Jenna first met Heather(cat lover). It was pretty funny watching Heather play with Jenna. Heather is such a huge cat lover, and Jenna loved to attack her! It was so funny. Jenna then met Jess. We'll get back to Jess in a minute. Jenna then met most of my other friends, Jenna attacked them all. To date, there is only one person that Jenna didn't attack. That person was Carrie, founder of the Lucy Foundation Carrie held Jenna and petted her. I could not believe my eyes, Jenna was not attacking Carrie. I guess Jenna knew Carrie loved to help cats....
Back to my friend Jess. One day Jenna was laying at Jess's feet, licking her self. Then we looked down, and Jenna wasn't a girl if you catch my drift. Jenna was a boy!!!! I took that pink collar with the little pink bell of and threw it away. I then had to think of another name, a manly name for my kitten. I came up with Dylan, named after Dylan MacKay from Beverly Hills 90210. I mean Dylan MacKay was a bad ass, and so is my kitten. I then had to tell all of my friends and co workers what happened. I got a lot of strange looks to say the least.
That's the story of how I got Dylan and how he got his name.
I hope you enjoy looking at all of the pictures of Dylan.
-Nick
Nick@Dylanthecat.com