Ember


Domestic Shorthair
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Age: 6 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 13 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Angel, Angel-Girl, Baobei, sweetheart, baby-girl, fuzzybunny, Ember Rose (though Mummy cursed when she found out someone who strips paint, or something, has the same name)

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Birthday:
May 1st 2007

Coloration:
Tortoiseshell Tabby

Likes:
Honestly? Me. The Human. She freaks out if there's a door between us. I can't shower without her in the bathroom, half the time. Sweet, but insane.

Pet-Peeves:
Changing her food at ALL, not being able to wander the house as much as she wants to, not being able to get to me/having a door shut between us, when I leave the house...

Favorite Toy:
Springs. Little, multi-coloured springs. It's a little disturbing, her love for those springs.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Either behind my knees, if I'm curled up, or on my suitcase.

Favorite Food:
Purina's cat food for indoor cats, dry. She has no interest in wet food. Or human food. Seriously.

Skills:
She knows that if I pick up my purse I'm leaving, so she goes to the door, stands on her hind legs, and uses her front paws to try and turn the doorknob.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
It's rather sweet--my parents were visiting me, and had promised months before on my birthday to give me a cat. Randomly, one day, we went to the shelter to look at the kittens. None there felt right to me, so I was a bit sad as we drove home. Out of the blue, my father remembered a cat store he'd seen once; upon calling, we were told they had two short-haired, female kittens, which were my only requirements. When we arrived, both were in the same cage, as they were litter-mates. One was faded in her colouring and sleeping, the other brightly coloured and awake. I asked the pet-store worker if I could hold the awake one, and he nodded and opened the cage. In the span of about three seconds, the sleeping, faded-coloured cat woke up, body-slammed her sister to the far side of the cage, jumped out of it and into my arms, digging her claws into my shirt so she could not be pulled away. After a few seconds of all the humans staring in silence, I looked up at the pet store guy and said, "I think I'll take this one." And that was how Ember picked me. I am never so foolish to think that it was the other way around. And I'm very glad she did.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
Picked Her Human, Not Vice Verse

The Groups I'm In:
Cats that Act Like Dogs

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 31st 2009 More than 4 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
1060294


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Mummy has her diary, and now I have mine!

November 1st 2009 8:56 am
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Mummy's also banging her head against the wall a little and muttering about how she's hopeless, but she does that sometimes. I'll just lick her nose later and she'll be okay.

But she wasn't okay yesterday or yesterday's yesterday--she cried a lot, and kinda scared me. See, when we first visted Mummy's Mummy--who is really nice, even if she accidentally turned the spinning hot thing that clothing goes in on with me in it, but she can't see, so I can't be mad--and Mummy's Daddy, there were three Barking Doggy Things there. But they weren't too mean.

And then there were only two, when we went back, and Mummy had been Very Sad for a while before that. And then while we were there, one of the two disappeared, and Mummy was sad again.

Well, Mummy explained to me that the last one--who was really big and drooled and kinda scary, but Mummy promised was nice and sweet and protected Mummy like I try to (as Mummy is prone to needing protecting)--is gone, now, too, because of the Can-Sir. And that Mummy had hoped to be there, but there wasn't time.

I don't understand the Can-Sir, but I know what it's like when someone disappears. I think I had another mummy before Mummy, who didn't change her fur NEARLY as much, and had a tail, too, and then I didn't. But I was lucky, because Mummy came to the place that fed me, and I managed to get her attention and let her know she WAS my Mummy!

But I guess it's not the same for Barking Doggy Things. So I've been licking Mummy's nose a lot, and cuddling her, and trying to make her play hide and seek with me--though I think she likes it less than I do--and not getting TOO upset when she lets this beepy typing thing take up MY spot on her lap, and stuff.

And I kinda like that she's been cuddling me EXTRA and promising she'll always do the best thing for me. Even though I knew that already. She's my mummy, after all.

That's what Mummy's do.

That and clean up the mess when I eat too much and am sick, which I kinda did earlier, and I think she just found. Oops. I might need to hide in My Fort under her bed.

But she's not crying now!

 
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