Angeni


Abyssinian
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Home:Langley, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 6 Years   Sex: Female

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Nicknames:
Jeni, Pretty Girl, The Little One, and at times '!%$#%$" :)

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
February 29th 2008

Coloration:
Ticked

Likes:
sucking her tail

Pet-Peeves:
being on her tether... she wants to run free and catch frogs & catapillars

Favorite Toy:
long feather stick, her laser mouse.. heck anything that moves

Favorite Nap Spot:
on the high perch of her cat tree

Favorite Food:
cheese

Skills:
She can roll over, find any spot too tight to get into, but she can squeeze in anyway

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
We had a rescue cat for a few months before Angeni, that was a rescue kitty from a local place called "CARES" which is a no kill shelter. Her name was Kasey. Kasey was abandoned when the drug house she was raised in, was raided, leaving this poor pregnant cat and another high breed cat, alone to fend for themselves. Luckily CARES stepped in, and we ended up adopting Kasey, who was terribly abused but the sweetest little girl. Because of her previous home, we could not keep Kasey inside. She loved the outside too much... well abyssinians may be very smart but they are not very wise. She was hit by a car, and it broke our hearts. I kept looking for months for another rescue aby, but they are few and far between, finally we found a local breeder with this sweet girl, needing a home. Her big blue eyes, reminded me of a deer... Mind you, it wasn't love at first site. It took a while for her to bond with us, she was just a stubborn girl, but now, I can't imagine life without her :)

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
I am Goddess... 5000 years of devotion

The Groups I'm In:
♥ Fuzzies Who Snuggle & Cuddle ♥, FANCYPANTS CAFE, Abyssinian Unite, B.C.atsters, Dyson Dogster/Catster, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 21st 2009 More than 4 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
1044571


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The Life and Times of Jeni & Jazz


Mouse Hunt : The Adventure

July 11th 2013 2:07 pm
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With the good weather and because we have a pond 25' out our back door mom & dad have sat outside with us at night on the back deck so they could get some fresh air into the house. We never venture out of the backyard.. first of all because we have the authorities watching us, but mostly because the pond is there, and where else would we need to go.. Jazz goes to the right and tries to hunt Canada Geese and malards thinking.. I'm going to get me one *yeah right* Me, however goes straight down in front of the deck, through the blackberry bushes... They could never understand why..

So they were sitting out on the deck and dad had gone inside to put his plate in the kitchen after kabobs... And mom finishing hers, and I flash by, Jazz hard on my heels, up the deck, and into the house... And I have a mouse between my jaws...

Of course, mom screams and yells at dad... Well he didn't know what she said, and thought something was wrong with her, and went running outside. Well with her screaming and pointing, off he goes back inside after us hunters and huntee .. mom won't go, if she had to, she was going to sleep outside.. safe from meeces.. He finds me under the diningroom table.. Mouse in my jaws... And he thinks it's dead.. So did mom... It wasn't.. And I look up at Dad and drop it.. With that, "Look what I have" look on my face... And it scurrys off to freedom...

So for the next 1.5 hours, we are all chasing a fricken mouse around the main floor of our house. And it was a huge huge mouse, not a wee little thing.. It is the kind that cartoons would have made fun of.. The fat big one, not the skinny regular size one. It must have been injured because when mom got him once with the broom (not to squish, just to steer to the box) .. He got flipped over and was too fat to even get upright quickly..

Jazz totally lost interest in the mousehunt and lied down in the middle of the livingroom floor.. But I was in total hunter mode

We have the couches flipped over.. the coffee table is concrete and glass, the only way to move it out of the way, is for mom to lie on the ground and push with her feet.. but she had to move it so we can move the rest of the furniture on our mouse hunt adventure... just like the darn movie!

Finally we all got stuart little trapped in the corner of the wall and fireplace and dad got a little box over him... And he got a magazine under it and took him outside and let him go. He must have been in shock at first because when Dad dropped him on the lawn, at first he didn't even move, he just lied there.. Then finally scampered over the wall. I thought it would have been good form, had he stopped and did the 'thanks bud' wave.. but nope.. just high tailed it out of there

I spent the entire evening after that, looking under the couch and behind the TV.. Etc.. Looking for my damn pet!! I'm still here, just in case.. at the computer wires where he hid on one of his many hiding adventures

The moral of my story is.. why does mom have a cat?!?!?!?!?!

 

Leaving on a Jet Plane

December 20th 2012 10:20 am
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Our bags are packed and we are ready to go....

Yes, we are going on the big flying beast. Jazz and I do not like it. We thought if we made enough noise last time, they wouldn't try this silliness again, but it was either that, or leave us alone for 2 weeks, having the cat lady visit once a day for play dates and well.... I guess 2.5 hours of stress is better than 2 weeks being lonely...

The airport isn't bad. We can usually find some little girl to pet us, and that is always nice. We just don't like the big steal bird.. Don't they know birds are supposed to be in our belly, not the other way around.

On the bright side... there will be a Christmas tree in Las Vegas for us to check out. We don't have a Christmas tree at home, since we are going away, so this will be something new. We hear they have shiny balls that sway, so I'm sure we will like it. And we have to make sure we are good thru Christmas so Santa remembers to come to our house!!

Purry Christmas Everyone!

 

What's the big deal?

November 26th 2012 1:16 pm
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Well I certainly don't know what all the hub bub is about. All this talk about black Friday and Cyber Monday, but it certainly seems to be effecting my life!

Friday my mom went out about 11am in the morning, as she wasn't going to have any of that midnight shopping foolishness and it was a good thing because I would hate to have my sleep spot disrupted and I would let them know it.

Well as it happens, when mom got back Friday afternoon, she had tons of cool stuff but none was for me or Jazz! What is this world coming to? I look in boxes and there are no catnip balls, there is no angry birds on a stick, no furry mice and no crab flavoured treats.

Also there was this wonderful smelling big bird in the kitchen, and it went into the oven with not even a morsal for us girls. Trust me, if we would have been allowed a nibble or three, it wouldn't have taken so long to cook.

Now there are all these smells of turkey sandwiches and turkey soup and turkey pot pie and no one shared. I don't know what's up in our house, but I don't like it.. not one little bit.

Now they are talking of a Christmas tree. If I remember correctly from last year, it's not all it's cracked up to be. It tips over way too easy when you try and climb it, and those pretty balls only get you scolded when you touch..

Tis the season to jolly... well that may be.. but it's certainly not the season to be a cat.

 
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