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Nicknames: Goldie-Bug, Da Bug, Puff-Fuzz, Snuggle Muffin
Kitty Complexion:
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silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
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timid
affectionate
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very vocal
Quick Bio:
-cat rescue
Coloration: Orange & White Tabby
Likes: Snuggling with Mama, chasing insects, catnip, tummy rubs, sunning on the kitty patio
Pet-Peeves: Her new puppy sisters, other female cats
Favorite Toy: Peacock feathers powered by the Mama
Favorite Nap Spot: On top of her lotus cat tree or on the outdoor kitty patio
Favorite Food: Royal Canain lite indoor, bites of chicken, dehydrated salmon treats
Skills: Intimidating her sister, Grace, stalking insects.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: It was the coldest night that winter when my son went out the front door ahead of me. I was driving him to work. He immediately spotted a pitiful, thin, mewing kitten, and scooped it up. Once in the car with the heat on, the little creature began to purr. When he got out of the car, I took her for a fast food cheeseburger--she was ravenous!
Back at home, I left her on the porch, hoping she would wander back to her people. An hour later, my husband came in from playing music with his band. "A kitten just came running up to me!" "Oh, is it still out there?" I innocently asked. Well, it will freeze if it stays out tonight. I volunteered, "We could put it in a dog crate in the herp room. Okay--but it's not staying here. Um, well, our son really likes it, and has named it Sweety. "Call those rescue groups you give money to all of the time.
The next dayI phoned all of the no kill shelters and resce groups in my book, and all were full. That was thursday. The same was true on friday and saturday. I took the scrawny baby to the vet onsaturday, had her tested for the major feline diseases. She was perfectly healthy.
On Sunday as I sat with her nestled in my lap, my husband said, "You want to keep her, don't you?" I nodded yes, and he said okay. "What shall we name her?" Well, she has big gold eyes, how about "Goldie"?" He agreed. I then pulled out her forever home collar with her name and address tag on it!
Bio: While my husband worked for the military in Iraq for two years, Goldie slept snuggled against me every night in his absence. She and her dog sister, Ginger, made sure that there was love in our bed, even when the Daddy was gone. They were there for me when I was sad, scared, or missing him in the worst way. Our fur kids do read and react to our emotions--and I am blessed that they do!
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: I am . . . THE INTIMIDATOR!
The Groups I'm In: ♥Mixed Breeds Rule!♥, Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Tennessee Dogz and Catz
Sunday is my favorite night of the week. Mommy changes out the litter in the boxes. I mean; she does a great job of scooping all week, but nothing compares to stepping on virgin cat litter to do one's business!
Actually, Frankie always wants to be the FIRST to christen the fresh litter. That's why I guard one box in particular. That way I get my own box to taint.
Daddy went on the airplane yesterday, so I snuggled with Mama last night. She hugged me before she left for work, and I let her 'cause she needed it. When she got home she told me about THE KITTEN.
Kitten? Oh no, not in MY house! Mama, you promised that Elvis was the last one! Did you bring it home? Whew--you had my eyes flashing and my nostrils flaring for a minute! Okay, you can tell me about it. What Mama told me (more or less):
Mama was in a meeting when someone came in and said, "There's a kitten under a car in the parking lot! Come and rescue it!". When Daddy left yesterday, Mama promised him (like last time) that no more fur babies would come into the house while he was gone. All ready the Universe was testing her resolve--and he hadn't been gone 48 hours!
At first she resisted, but then she couldn't concentrate. So, she decided to just "take a look". "It won't come out." she was told. Mama walked out into the lot. The kitten immediately popped out from under the car and asked "Mew?". Mama smiled and the kitten ran back under the car and climbed up in the undercarriage.
Mama stopped smiling. She got a big piece of poster board and a red marker. She wrote in BIG letters:
DEAR CAR OWNER--
THERE IS A KITTEN HIDING IN YOUR ENGINE COMPARTMENT. POP YOUR HOOD AND CHASE IT OUT BEFORE STARTING YOUR CAR. THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THE PLAYGROUND. PLEASE DO NOT TRAUMATIZE THEM FOR LIFE BY SHREDDING A KITTEN BEFORE THEIR EYES. IF YOU NEED ASSISTANCE, COME TO THE OFFICE. THANK YOU!
Mama put the message on the windshield. Twenty minutes later a rather concerned and flustered young woman appeared in the office, clutching the sign. The receptionist got Mama. Mama got a broom and headed for the parking lot with the car owner and the receptionist trailing behind her.
By the time she reached the car, the merry band had increased by several people wondering where Mama was going with a broom over her shoulder.
Mama helped the driver find her hood release under the dashboard inside of the car. Mama opened the hood and was greeted by a full blown HISS. Wondering if a cobra had somehow gotten into the engine compartment, Mama peered down into the tangle of metal and rubber. An EXTREMELY unhappy kitten bared it's saber teeth and flattened it's ears. Raising one paw, claws fully extended, the message was clear; "BRING IT ON--I DARE YOU!"
The merry band moved back and exhaled, "Ohhhhh..." in unison. Mama gently inserted the broom into the tangle of metal and rubber and tapped the kitten's paw. The now either terrified or enraged (depending upon your point of view) juvenile feline slashed at the bristles with both clawed front paws.
Timing it perfectly, Mama lifted the broom, with kitten fully attached; claws stuck in the bristles, from the engine compartment. The merry band scattered AS IF she had lifted a COBRA out of the car.
Mama quickly strode over to the wooden privacy fence between the school and the neighboring houses carrying the now yowling kitten still on the broom. The kitten was quickly figuring out how to get it's claws untangled.
With an amazing burst of strength and agility, the kitten leaped from the broom, scaled the fence and disappeared over the top. Mama smiled. Given the physical circumstances, she knew that the kitten had gone the only place it could've come from and survived. Home.
There are no jobs here in the US in Daddy's field, so when the military asked him to go back to the Middle East and keep the power on for the troops, he agreed. Mommy and the rest of us are praying that he goes to Iraq--it's a lot safer than Afghanistan. If he goes to Afghanistan he will have to wear arctic wear clothes--it gets that cold there during the winter. I wish that Daddy didn't have to go away again!
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