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Domestic Shorthair

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Home:Al Tuna, CA

Age: 21 Years Sex: Female Weight: 6 lbs.

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Nicknames:
sweet girl, cutie britches

Kitty Complexion:

Activeness

sleepy		very active

Intelligence

silly		genius

Curiosity

not curious		very curious

Friendliness

timid		affectionate

Vocal

not vocal		very vocal

Quick Bio:

-mixed breed

-cat rescue

Birthday:
July 1st 1990

Coloration:
Calico

Likes:
snuggling under my chin in bed

Pet-Peeves:
her stupid little brother

Favorite Toy:
the pull ring from a gallon milk jug (but only when she thinks no one is watching--it's not very dignified).

Favorite Nap Spot:
She has a tiny cat bed that fits in a shopping basket and that's the best. Plus, it makes her very portable.

Favorite Food:
Cream!! And half and half. And the gravy from canned food, but not the food itself.

Skills:
She hides better than any cat I've ever met.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Babs was part of an estate. No one wanted her because she had an FIP titer. I actually was looking for an FIP cat to keep my FIP+ cat company. It was a perfect match. I hope that Babs' first person is looking down and smiling. I feel a little creeped out that I'm grateful to a stranger for passing away so that I could end up with the world's sweetest, goofy looking, cross-eyed, six and an half pound runt with a motor the size of Rhode Island. I was warned by the executrix of the estate that she was very 'scitzy' and that I would probably never see her. For three days, the only way I knew she was alive was to have Sredni go find her and flush her out for me. (He was IN LOVE two minutes after he realized I'd brought home a cat.) On the third night, Babs crept on to the bed. Slowly walked across the pillow. Slowly, slowly, slowly stepped across my throat, lowered herself down, tummy stretched across my throat, with her tiny wet nose in my ear. I very carefully stroked one finger along her spine and whispered, "Welcome Home, Sweetie." She completely relaxed and started purring. She purred so loudly that I felt like my ear was going to start bleeding. Hours later, she fell asleep and stopped purring. This has been our nighttime ritual ever since. I have gone to a lot of estate sales, but this is THEE best estate grab--EVER.

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January 15th 2005