Mitzi


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Home:Centreville,Va., VA  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 8 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Mitz-Bitz

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Birthday:
March 1st 1999

Coloration:
Black and White

Likes:
sitting in garden, sleeping in the sunshine, getting brushed

Pet-Peeves:
Chester T. Chubbs, our dog

Favorite Toy:
small stuffed mice

Favorite Nap Spot:
in the sunny window

Favorite Food:
turkey, chiken, and fish

Skills:
nursing the sick, or injured

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
Mitzi was a gift to my daughter, from her boyfriend. We'd told her that she could not have any more cats, but she squirreled Mitzi away. She was tiny, only about 5 weeks old, at most, and could've used another 2 weeks with her litter. Mitzi tried to cozy up with Betsy's other 2 cats, who were, mother and daughter. They wanted nothing to do with the tiny kitty, hissing at her when she came near. Since Betsy was still in high school, she was often busy, and left the house to go to school, and work. I didn't know Mitzi was even back there in Betsy's room, for at least a week, and was surprised to see her! Betsy promised to spend more time with Mitzi, and she did, for maybe 2 years. Then, her cat, Puffy, who had been living with cancer, died. It was incredibly hard on Betsy, to lose her confidant; she'd had her since she was 7. It made her go into a deep depression, something she'd had before, dangerously. A few months later, Betsy became pregnant. She worried about cat feces, so she made sure that the 2 Pookie, and Mitzi had their shots, asked her dad to get our special, heated in winter, cat house ready. Then proceeded to put 2 cats, who'd never been outdoors for more than a few times for brief periods on leashes, outside! Their fur came in, sure enough, and they were alright, until we had snow and ice. One morning I looked out the window, of my bottom floor bedroom. I saw Pookie, and Mitzi looking very lonely and uncared for. I opened my window, and asked them if they'd like to come in. They were so polite about it, even though they were scared of my cat, Sherry, who was extremely possessive of me. They worked it out though. After Betsy's baby, Anna was born, they moved into one of our townhouses, taking with them, Mitzi and Pookie. My cat Sherry was diagnosed with cancer. It was very hard to know that I was losing my best friend, to the same cancer that had killed her sister, Puffy. I was devastated, but I took such good care of her that even her vet was impressed. "She doesn't even look sick", was her response to seeing her. But, she was, and an ulcer opened up on her tummy. I wrapped a bandage around it, gave steroids, antibiotics, and painkillers to her. This lasted a few weeks, and I had her quietly euthanized on my back deck, on a beautiful September day. I was so lonely, even though Howard tried to comfort me, with his purring. He'd watched the whole process, and was very understanding, as cats are. My husband, Ron, asked Betsy if she minded if he brought Mitzi back home, for me. He walked into my room, and said,"here's a lonely kitty, who needs someone to love her". I took her in my arms, but she was skittish, and went under my bed. I let her take her time. She came out, little by little. It took a few weeks for her to know that she was home, but she became comfortable, finally sleeping at, or on my head, as Sherry had done for years. She still is skittish, but comes when I call, the call being a meow that I make. It sounds alot like her own. She's been with me now for 5 years, and loves me very much, as I do her.

Bio:
Mitzi wants to be a mother, or a nurse. She brings small animals and birds inside, never hurting them, wanting to takecare of them. She even found a bunny, once, and stood guard over it for the better part of a day. When I took it away, she was very upset, going back into the garden over and over to see if I'd put it back. When Howard, our other cat was sick with cancer, at age 17, she washed him, and sat with him for too many days and hours to count. She watched as I administered shots, and I.V. bags of fluids. When he died, she seemed to understand, even though she was lonely. She is a very caring cat. She dislike strangers, but can tell if a person is a cat person, or not.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Dogs are trouble!

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 8th 2009 More than 4 years!

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Catster Id:
1021432


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