Photo Comments Sex: Female Weight: 5 lbs.
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Catster stats for Marley (1990 - 2004)
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Miss Marley, Fuzzball, Queen of the Universe, Fuzzbutt
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Sleeping under a sheet of newspaper; "Helping" wrap Christmas packages; Ruling over all other animals in the house; Turkey; Sleeping in her Mom's lap
Being bathed (she knew how tiny and silly she looked when wet); Being brushed; Having kitty litter touch her royal feet; Being forced to tolerate the other animals in her family
Marley was always too dignified for toys ... but she did LOVE ribbon and wrapping paper. Oh yeah, and drinking straw wrappers would do in a pinch.
Favorite Nap Spot:
On her mom's pillow; Anyplace in the sun; Under a sheet of newspaper.
Turkey, turkey, and more turkey; Chicken when turkey was unavailable; Science Diet R/D (she was NEVER fat, but refused to eat any other cat food)
Marley could work a doorknob. If you wanted her to stay in a certain room, there had to be a lock on the door. Her other skill was balancing on the lip of the litter box while pottying -- she refused to ever touch kitty litter.
The cat I grew up with (Mocha) was a cuddly, gentle 18 pound monster of a ragdoll. When he passed away, I wanted another similarly large, fluffy, loveable lap cat. The woman I rescued Marley from claimed she was 6 months old, which explained her small size. Then I took her to be spayed, and SURPRISE ... my vet had already spayed my cat ... just 1 1/2 years before I got her. So she never grew, and was always my favorite little fuzzball.
Marley was a tiny fluffball, but she was TOUGH. The bigger cats in the house all respected her authority. And when I had Marley, I also had a wonderful Rotteweiler, Bear, who happened to weigh 140 lbs. Bear was a BIG dog who believed himself to be everyone's boss ... except when it came to Marley. Bear could be sleeping in a patch of sun on the carpet next to my bed, but if Marley came into the room and decided that was HER patch of sun, he'd let her have it. All Marley had to do was give the dog an evil stare for a few seconds, and he would get up, walk away, and find another place to sleep. Marley was something else ... apparently, nobody had ever told her how little she was! :)
Queen of the Universe
I've Been On Catster Since:
|January 19th 2005
||More than 11 years!
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