Indy Kitty (now at the Rainbow


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"Will you just open the door for me already!"

Home:Bothell, WA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 18 Years   Sex: Female
Can you believe I have to live with those things?

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"Can you believe I have to live with those things?"

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Nicknames:
Indy Kitty. Indilicious. Snot. Squirt. FrankenKitty. BabyKitty.

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Birthday:
July 3rd 1996

Likes:
Catnip and Din Din

Pet-Peeves:
Din Din not being served on time. As in her "time".

Favorite Toy:
Catnip.

Favorite Nap Spot:
On top of the heater vent if the sunshine isn't available.

Favorite Food:
Friskies shredded w/ gravy.

Skills:
Not a single one.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I adopted Indy from the the Humane Society. We played with each other through the cage and figured out we liked each other. She doesn't care about dogs. She's lived w/ a couple Boxers and now 4 Papillons. At this point in her life she just stares them down. She is not fond of other cats. She's a tortie and is very grumpy. Cat nip is a good thing for this cat. However there are at least 3 containers full of the stuff and she will demand it at all times, but needs you to pick it and give it to her.

Bio:
Hi Mom, it's Indy. 1/28/10 I made it over the Rainbow Bridge. I let you know last night. You heard me meowing and talking to you even though each time you walked to my spot I wasn't there. You needed to look up Mom, rainbows are in the sky. You were right Atticus, the Boxer, was there for me when I made the journey. Thanks for sending them. They also had a bunch of other dogs; Jessie, Trouble, Tina, Willie, Toby to name a few. Also you never told me you had a cat before me, FunnyFace. You told me I was your first cat, even if FunnyFace says you hardly scampered around on 2 legs yet when you knew him. Thank you Mom for adopting me from the Humane Society. Also from changing my name from Thelma. I know you didn't know that Torties were known for their supremely grumpy behavior and you thought I looked like a "brindle". Dog knowledge and cat knowledge are just not the same as you certainly learned didn't you. Sure, I never learned how to quite start the beginning of that meow off, and really sounded like a baby alien, but you have to give me bonus points for my purr. You adopted me because something profound happened in your life with your family. You adopted me to keep yourself from a breakdown and it worked. I adopted you because you played with me in the cage with your purse string. I tottered over and 2 days later I was headed home with you. Thank you Mom. You took me every time you moved. No matter if it was a break up or a new house to move to, I always went with. I never had any question or concern that I would do any less. Sure I yowled like a banshee for the entire drive unless you had your fingers in the crate for me to rub against. Yes, shifting was an ear splitting happen stance, but you are pretty quick at it, so are the earplugs necessary? You named me Indy because my birthday is July 3rd. You always blur the rules and lines so I became Indy. Better than Thelma for sure. I hope my twin sister Louise got a name change as well. When Atticus Finch, the Boxer (dog) came to live with us I was OK with that. He was a big pushover anyways. He'd had Scout the kitty when he lived in NY and other than the slobber after he ate or drank was as polite as could be. I did take issue with him using me as a face cloth after his pig out episodes and slovenly thirst quenching. This could be avoided by scrambling up the Kitty Condo. Speaking of which, Mom thank you for investing the money in my Kitty Condo. It saved my sanity from those slobbering dogs countless times. I scratched one whole side of that covering on the post down to the 4 x 4 and scritched away some more. Playing the feather game was the most fun because no matter what I was safe to go catty whamp ass on that feather when it came close. No dog ever invaded the Kitty Condo upper reaches, although disturbingly you did have a friend that liked to perch on the top reaches. I looked eye level to Mom when she came up to canoodle with me when I was on the top level. I loved that Kitty Condo!! I learned after my first encounter with a neighbor cat I wanted to stay inside. When you rushed me to the V-E-T the first time with my swollen face. An abscess from a fight I didn't tell you about. The first operation when they fixed the puncture wound Then the second one a couple days later when I still wasn't recovering and we had to put 3 drainage tubes in my face. Even though it was around Halloween the whole "FrankenKitty" was a little out of my taste realm. The only thing that keeps me from having this stricken from the records is I witnessed Atticus come back from his neutering after Mom caught him making it with a Chow Chow. Well she was making it with him since he was tied up (literally and I suppose physically) to the picnic bench in our own backyard. He got fixed, and we always wondered what they would look like. Even though you thought I needed a friend and Kitty to live with, at least when you brought Cody Cat home from the Humane Society you found a cat that could start the beginning of the meow. Sure we didn't like each other but we could at least form a full meow between the two of us. Cody Cat was actually tolerable and I'm kind of sorry when we had to move after a breakup that that guy wouldn't give her up no matter what. Skyye the Boxer came to live with us for a little while, but ended up going to live on a big spread of land where that 2 year young thing could sprint to the end of the world and back. That dog was a handful, but I never let her back me in a corner. Instead I'd head for the Kitty Condo and look down with all my superiority, knowledge and Mom backing me. Nice to have a Mom. Skyye was "Sugar" when she came to live with us. Mom will change a name in a heartbeat if she has too. It's been done before, just ask her. All was good as we moved along in life and then Lucy came into our life. Someone at work had found a kitten under a garbage dumpster and nursed it back to life. Mom brought home the black and white spitfire she struggled for a name. Lucy ran out the front door one day in kittenhood and the neighbor girl caught one sight of her. Said if she ever had a kitten she would name it "Lucy". At which point Lucy looked right at Mom and meowed in acceptance. Lucy likes to spend her time outside mostly so we have an agreement. Then the Papillon puppies came to the household. At 8 weeks old I'm sure they were smaller than Lucy was when she came home. Lucy and those puppies bonded like nothing else. She ate their food, played with their chewed up rawhides, tussled with them. It was most unbecoming to witness as a feline. I did so from my Kitty Condo as usual. Scooter would try and chase me when he got up the nerve. However the pipsqueak didn't know I had dealt with dogs in the past. Boxers to be specific. Misty was more persistent with her Kiss the Kitty routine. Dog slobber is dog slobber no matter the size if the tongue. Which brings us to catnip. Thank you Mom for every morsel of catnip you grew, picked, watered, fed, and rubbed into my toys for me. Catnip makes the world go around. That and sunshine. Plus a belly rub. You grew catnip for me so I could sit on the fence and nibble any time of the day I wanted and still look down on the dogs in distaste. But hey - there goes a bird. You made sure I got catnip snippets in the summer even before you gave the dreaded dogs a "SNACK". I always purred my appreciation while swatting at a nose or two. The food was great every day. Salmon flavored dry food in the free flow dish. You would always jiggle it for me when the bottom was showing and I implored you to not let my food flow diminish. Even though there was 2 pounds loaded and all I'd have to do was poke it with my paw. I was demanding about my Din Din being served at a certain time (hey, it's 5:00 pm in my world if I want it to be). You still made sure I had my can of choice on hand. I know you tried to sub occasionally with a sale brand, but we came to an agreement. It was all about the gravy. Isn't life about that anyways? All about the gravy? I watched you grow Mom, just like you watched me grow. You got me in your 20's and I saw all of your life until yesterday (you do the math, give or take). I lived it with you and we made it through it all together. I taught you about cats and you taught me about dogs. I snuggled in your arms, laid in you lap, rubbed against your legs, wanted in - out - in - out - in - out of the house a million times, refused to be anything but a litter box kitty, I demanded wet food of a certain brand and shredded quality (with gravy), I loved my catnip and all the warm sunshine feelings afterwards. I loved you Mom with every 'eow and purr I gave you. You loved me back and I knew at any time you would do whatever to make me better. Even when the "OTHERS" as Misty; more than Scooter has deemed them, came to live with us I loved them too. Pepper just wanted to kiss me like Misty always does. She's just too happy of a dog not to do so. Cutter wants to chase me, which I will have none of. I've stared down Boxers and made them move away from their own dog food bowl. I will not be bullied by barking dogs. I can't tell you any more than what the V-E-T had to say. I finally figured out how to actually MMMMEOOOOOOOWWWW. Those were my last words I had to say to Mom. It means "I Love Youwwww". I'm up here Mom. Every time you think of all the hard things in life, all the reasons that you think you miss me remember I am up here. I am up here Mom and am still making sure you know I love you. Those were my pawprints on your car this morning in the garage as I walked up them to the Rainbow Bridge. Thank You. Purrrr. ~Indy Kitty~

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Catnips my thing. Make it happen.

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I've Been On Catster Since:
September 30th 2009 More than 5 years!

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Catster Id:
1049650

for 2544 days


Meet my family
Scooter (Psst
on the left)
Misty (Psst on
the right)
Mr. Cutter
(Pssst on the
Right
Pepper (Psst -
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The Rainbow Bridge.

January 29th 2010 7:33 pm
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Hi Mom, it's Indy.

I made it over the Rainbow Bridge. I let you know last night. You heard me meowing and talking to you even though each time you walked to my spot I wasn't there. You needed to look up Mom, rainbows are in the sky.

You were right Atticus, the Boxer, was there for me when I made the journey. Thanks for sending them. They also had a bunch of other dogs; Jessie, Trouble, Tina, Willie, Toby to name a few. Also you never told me you had a cat before me, FunnyFace. You told me I was your first cat, even if FunnyFace says you hardly scampered around on 2 legs yet when you knew him.

Thank you Mom for adopting me from the Humane Society. Also from changing my name from Thelma. I know you didn't know that Torties were known for their supremely grumpy behavior and you thought I looked like a "brindle". Dog knowledge and cat knowledge are just not the same as you certainly learned didn't you. Sure, I never learned how to quite start the beginning of that meow off, and really sounded like a baby alien, but you have to give me bonus points for my purr.

You adopted me because something profound happened in your life with your family. You adopted me to keep yourself from a breakdown and it worked. I adopted you because you played with me in the cage with your purse string. I tottered over and 2 days later I was headed home with you. Thank you Mom.

You took me every time you moved. No matter if it was a break up or a new house to move to, I always went with. I never had any question or concern that I would do any less. Sure I yowled like a banshee for the entire drive unless you had your fingers in the crate for me to rub against. Yes, shifting was an ear splitting happen stance, but you are pretty quick at it, so are the earplugs necessary?

You named me Indy because my birthday is July 3rd. You always blur the rules and lines so I became Indy. Better than Thelma for sure. I hope my twin sister Louise got a name change as well.

When Atticus Finch, the Boxer (dog) came to live with us I was OK with that. He was a big pushover anyways. He'd had Scout the kitty when he lived in NY and other than the slobber after he ate or drank was as polite as could be. I did take issue with him using me as a face cloth after his pig out episodes and slovenly thirst quenching. This could be avoided by scrambling up the Kitty Condo.

Speaking of which, Mom thank you for investing the money in my Kitty Condo. It saved my sanity from those slobbering dogs countless times. I scratched one whole side of that covering on the post down to the 4 x 4 and scritched away some more. Playing the feather game was the most fun because no matter what I was safe to go catty whamp ass on that feather when it came close. No dog ever invaded the Kitty Condo upper reaches, although disturbingly you did have a friend that liked to perch on the top reaches. I looked eye level to Mom when she came up to canoodle with me when I was on the top level. I loved that Kitty Condo!!

I learned after my first encounter with a neighbor cat I wanted to stay inside. When you rushed me to the V-E-T the first time with my swollen face. An abscess from a fight I didn't tell you about. The first operation when they fixed the puncture wound Then the second one a couple days later when I still wasn't recovering and we had to put 3 drainage tubes in my face. Even though it was around Halloween the whole "FrankenKitty" was a little out of my taste realm. The only thing that keeps me from having this stricken from the records is I witnessed Atticus come back from his neutering after Mom caught him making it with a Chow Chow. Well she was making it with him since he was tied up (literally and I suppose physically) to the picnic bench in our own backyard. He got fixed, and we always wondered what they would look like.

Even though you thought I needed a friend and Kitty to live with, at least when you brought Cody Cat home from the Humane Society you found a cat that could start the beginning of the meow. Sure we didn't like each other but we could at least form a full meow between the two of us. Cody Cat was actually tolerable and I'm kind of sorry when we had to move after a breakup that that guy wouldn't give her up no matter what.

Skyye the Boxer came to live with us for a little while, but ended up going to live on a big spread of land where that 2 year young thing could sprint to the end of the world and back. That dog was a handful, but I never let her back me in a corner. Instead I'd head for the Kitty Condo and look down with all my superiority, knowledge and Mom backing me. Nice to have a Mom. Skyye was "Sugar" when she came to live with us. Mom will change a name in a heartbeat if she has too. It's been done before, just ask her.

All was good as we moved along in life and then Lucy came into our life. Someone at work had found a kitten under a garbage dumpster and nursed it back to life. Mom brought home the black and white spitfire she struggled for a name. Lucy ran out the front door one day in kittenhood and the neighbor girl caught one sight of her. Said if she ever had a kitten she would name it "Lucy". At which point Lucy looked right at Mom and meowed in acceptance. Lucy likes to spend her time outside mostly so we have an agreement.

Then the Papillon puppies came to the household. At 8 weeks old I'm sure they were smaller than Lucy was when she came home. Lucy and those puppies bonded like nothing else. She ate their food, played with their chewed up rawhides, tussled with them. It was most unbecoming to witness as a feline. I did so from my Kitty Condo as usual.

Scooter would try and chase me when he got up the nerve. However the pipsqueak didn't know I had dealt with dogs in the past. Boxers to be specific. Misty was more persistent with her Kiss the Kitty routine. Dog slobber is dog slobber no matter the size if the tongue.

Which brings us to catnip. Thank you Mom for every morsel of catnip you grew, picked, watered, fed, and rubbed into my toys for me. Catnip makes the world go around. That and sunshine. Plus a belly rub. You grew catnip for me so I could sit on the fence and nibble any time of the day I wanted and still look down on the dogs in distaste. But hey - there goes a bird. You made sure I got catnip snippets in the summer even before you gave the dreaded dogs a "SNACK". I always purred my appreciation while swatting at a nose or two.

The food was great every day. Salmon flavored dry food in the free flow dish. You would always jiggle it for me when the bottom was showing and I implored you to not let my food flow diminish. Even though there was 2 pounds loaded and all I'd have to do was poke it with my paw. I was demanding about my Din Din being served at a certain time (hey, it's 5:00 pm in my world if I want it to be). You still made sure I had my can of choice on hand. I know you tried to sub occasionally with a sale brand, but we came to an agreement. It was all about the gravy. Isn't life about that anyways? All about the gravy?

I watched you grow Mom, just like you watched me grow. You got me in your 20's and I saw all of your life until yesterday (you do the math, give or take). I lived it with you and we made it through it all together. I taught you about cats and you taught me about dogs. I snuggled in your arms, laid in you lap, rubbed against your legs, wanted in - out - in - out - in - out of the house a million times, refused to be anything but a litter box kitty, I demanded wet food of a certain brand and shredded quality (with gravy), I loved my catnip and all the warm sunshine feelings afterwards. I loved you Mom with every 'eow and purr I gave you. You loved me back and I knew at any time you would do whatever to make me better.

Even when the "OTHERS" as Misty; more than Scooter has deemed them, came to live with us I loved them too. Pepper just wanted to kiss me like Misty always does. She's just too happy of a dog not to do so. Cutter wants to chase me, which I will have none of. I've stared down Boxers and made them move away from their own dog food bowl. I will not be bullied by barking dogs.

I can't tell you any more than what the V-E-T had to say. I finally figured out how to actually MMMMEOOOOOOOWWWW. Those were my last words I had to say to Mom. It means "I Love Youwwww".

I'm up here Mom. Every time you think of all the hard things in life, all the reasons that you think you miss me remember I am up here. I am up here Mom and am still making sure you know I love you.

Those were my pawprints on your car this morning in the garage as I walked up them to the Rainbow Bridge. Thank You.

Purrrr.

~Indy Kitty~

 

Indy did this

October 18th 2009 10:56 pm
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Slept in the laundry room

Warm dryer.

Warm air from the heater vent.

Dinner delivered finally.

I love when the humans go shopping

purrrrr**fresh nip**

later.

Indy

 

Seattle Rain

October 17th 2009 9:12 pm
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Rained all night long.
Rained all day long.

Slept on the heater vent all day long.

Will sleep there tonight as well.

Indy out.

 
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