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Coloration: Patched Tabby
Likes: Tumbling around with Binx and Julius, then lying in my lap when they exhaust themselves.
Pet-Peeves: Boundaries of any kind.
Favorite Toy: Anything she can get her claws on. She loves jeans.
Favorite Nap Spot: My lap, wherever I'm sitting.
Favorite Food: She would also love to say turkey or tuna, but she only gets kitten chow.
Skills: She is the friendliest cat, she gets along with everyone. I haven't found a cat yet that doesn't like her.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: I had just found out that my brand new orange tabby, Arthur, had blood filling his lungs and he probably wouldn't make it. I didn't want his sister, Binx, to be a lonely only kitten. In the lobby of my vet's office, there was a free kitten crate that, at the beginning of the week, had held a litter of eight kittens. Only the runt was left, a little girl. The kittens were too young to be weaned, but they were anyway. As I was sitting in the waiting room, the kitten kept looking at me and crying. As I was leaving, I decided I would take her home.
Bio: Her name, Mieke (pronounced Meek-uh), came from the little mewing sound she made, mixed with her little face that somehow makes me think of German names.
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: The Tiny Terror
The Groups I'm In: ***The Quiz Club***, Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters, Kitty and Doggy Dating Service, Pawsome Pages, Rescued Tabbys 'R Us
My mommy wanted me to share how extensive you really have to be while kitten-proofing. She thought that sharing the events of last Friday would be perfect.
I live with my 4 month old brother, Julius, my 5 month old sister, Binx, and our mom. When she got the first of us, Binx, she made sure to examine her house and take away anything that we could chew, scratch, or knock over that would get us into trouble. Kitchen floor? Swept. Cord corners? Taped down. Mom had an older cat, Emily, since she was little so she knew what little kitties would look for. But Mom didn't bank on getting a Bionic Cat like me.
Binx has had free run of the house for two months, but Julius and I only graduated from kitty manners preschool, and were allowed to run around two weeks ago. We've had a couple rooms, but the whole house was so exciting!
It was all going well, until Mom decided Julius and I needed our shots, and started getting ready to take us there. As she was getting ready to go, she stepped into her bedroom, where we weren't allowed yet, to get her shoes and car keys. This was my moment.
For ages, there had been an old slab of metal leaning against the wall (Mom called it a "binding machine" for papers to become booklets) and I was fascinated. Mom never let me play on it. She told me she knew it was sturdy, but it wasn't for little kitties. I was determined to prove her wrong.
So I waited until she left the room, and started climbing. I climbed to the very top, and the world turned sideways. I was pinned against the couch! I cried for Mom and she came running, picking up the machine. She picked me up and cuddled me, but I wasn't feeling very well. She tried to put me down, to see me walk and make sure there was no limp, but I walked a few feet and sat down, ignoring my siblings and pouting.
Mommy knew it wasn't normal for me to ignore my siblings, and she put me in my crate with Julius to calm me down. He sure helped, and we fell asleep on each other during the ride to the vet. Mommy cried the whole way, mumbling about internal bleeding and behavior, and thanking someone that I pulled the machine onto couch, not ground or wall.
When we got to the vet, I knew why. I got weighed, and I was only 2.6 pounds! The machine that I pulled over weighed at least 25 pounds according to Mom, maybe more. She thought I had cut myself in half! The vet agreed that her fears were not unfounded, and kept me overnight. I missed my mom and Julius all night, and got to go home in the morning with a clean bill of health. I haven't seen that binding machine since, and Mom has to wait another week to get me my shots, for fear I'll go into shock. My plan worked!
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