Domestic Shorthair
Picture of Grace, a female Domestic Shorthair

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Age: 13 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11 lbs.

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   Leave a treat for Grace

The Nugg, Nugglet, Mademoiselle Gracie, Miss Gracie, The Sweetness, Snugglenugget, Nuggster, Nuggistra, Nuggadishu, Miss Nuggletta, Sugar Cookie, Sugarplum Fairy, Her Cuteness

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-pound cat

May 15th 2003

Tabby and White

Catnip (daddy worries I'm a junkie). Getting brushed and petted until I say "stop" with a quick nip at the suddenly-offensive hand. I need about 18 hours of beauty rest. I also adore my rug and mind-controlling Mommy and Daddy.

My newest pet peeve is The Fleshling. I loathe the garbage truck. Red Hawaiian dirt is yucky and turns me pink. The rain makes my fur a bit frizzy. And mommy...... how many times do I have to emphasize that seafoam is NOT MY BLOOMING COLOR?!?!

Favorite Toy:
The laser pointer and the purple shmouse that Grandmamma gave me. These days I am also deeply enjoying my Valentine's day heart garland!

Favorite Nap Spot:
On top of a large stuffed chair, on a blankie that Great-Grandmamma Joan made for me.

Favorite Food:
Sourdough bread, mashed potatoes, tuna, bacon, feta cheese, goat cheese and any gourmet food as yet undiscovered. I'm a bit of a foodie, though I keep trim and fit by hunting. Mmm.... cockroach antennae.

I excercise mind control on a regular basis. I am the Mistresss of the Cockroach Killers


Arrival Story:
My hypnotic beauty and lovely green eyes captivated mommy first. Daddy liked my delicate soprano meows. I was rescued on a lovely July afternoon. What more could I ever say? I am Grace incarnate!

I am a proud descendant of the first cat pioneers when Hawaii was known as the Sandwich Isles. I currently reside with my family in the Federal City. Mommy and Daddy were kind enough to take me from my prisoner status-- I like to think I was a political prisoner, mind you. Please leave me only gourmet treats. Huzzah!

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
*~Literate, dashing and deadly~*

The Groups I'm In:
I'm Not Orange; But I Am Proud

I've Been On Catster Since:
January 6th 2005 More than 12 years!

I Was In The:
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!

2005 Valentine's Day Party!

2004-2005 Holiday
Picture Party

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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~*Mademoiselle Gracie From The Federal City*~

Things That Go THUMP! In The Day

March 7th 2007 8:23 am
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Dearest Cat-folk,

First and foremost, my most gushing and tuna-kissed THANK YOUS go to the delightful Miss Honey P. Sunshine, for giving me TWO rosettes and being ever so flattering of this humble servant. Dear Miss Sunshine: you truly do live up to your cheery name!

I have found a new delight, unknown to me until most recently!
I am not quite sure how to describe this except to call it a delicious Fire Box Which Lights Up Whenever I Cutely Sit In Front Of It.

It is most magical and it generates this delicious warmth that reminds me of my days in the Sandwich Islands.

The downside? The Fire Box Which LIghts.... and so on... sometimes makes these disturbing noises that make Yours Truly rather nervous and which are like evil gongs banging. Mommy insists this is nothing but the metal sheets that contain it expanding and contracting, but I think that is by far too silly an explanation. I am convinced that my arch-enemy, Aurantius Felis, is hidden in the Fire Box.... thing.

As you can imagine, this can only mean one thing: it is time for the HARLEQUIN SPY to do some investigating!

Secret-agently yours,

Mademoiselle Gracie


I Am All Alone (Except for Mommy, Daddy, and the Fleshling. - And Abe)

March 1st 2007 7:11 am
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Dearest Cat-folk,

I am most aggrieved.
My soul aches and my paws feel limp. Even my beloved catnip snuff isn't quite cheering me the way it ought.

Why, you ask, am I thrust deep into the mists of despair?

I shall tell you all, my beloved cat-folk: my dearest Grandmamma, she has quitted yours truly.

Allow me a moment to regain my composure and collect my thoughts.


Alas, I cannot bear my sorrow! Grandmommy has left for Catly-Fur-Nyah and I am awash in grief.

Rue the distance that standeth between us! Who shall keep me warm at night and fed, besides Mommy and Daddy?
Who shall fetch me my shmouse?
Who shall soothe me when the Fleshling comes to pet me too much?

Oh Grandmommy, I miss you!

Feeling sorry for self,

Mademoiselle Gracie


Fishy Business

February 16th 2007 2:52 pm
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Dearest Cat-Folk,

Whilst inspecting my new surroundings, I have espied an intriguing fellow-- his name is Abe and he is a Betta fish.

He looks awfully tasty.

Now, I don't know whatever shall I do? He is quite a dapper little chap, with vibrant blue and red hues about his person, and he seems friendly enough... but I cannot seem to shake the delectable visions I get of his little body sliced finely in sashimi.

Fursonally, I must declare, I would go Omakase-- just to get a taste of our friendly little guy.

Alas, I have been summarily chided regarding the consumption of fellow pets. So something will simply have to happen in order for me to blamelessly enjoy a Thai delicacy.

Plotting fiercely to enjoy my new "friendship",

Mademoiselle Gracie

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