American Shorthair
Picture of Tabatha, a female American Shorthair

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Home:Rosendale/Ulster County, NY  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 18 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

catching mice

male cats

Favorite Toy:
aluminum foil ball

Favorite Nap Spot:
on any pillow

Favorite Food:

screams like a person


Arrival Story:
I adopted this cat for my boss who just lost her cat in a tragic attack by a she picked her up and it didn't work out...hence, another cat in my family.

Tabatha was going to go back to the adoption home, so what could I do? And would you believe the next week is when I found, Raisin Cane, the flea-infested kitten? Being a dog-person all my life, this feline family was getting large as I already had two other adoptees, but since my first cat, also a Tabby ran away (or as I was told, "shot" for going in the neighbor's garbage)...and Tabby's had always been my favorite cat as they were a classic for someone who didn't even like cats, I kept her. I think it is because she is the only cat with those true green eyes as the rest of them have yellow, blue, and celery colored orbs and Tabatha is a true cat green.

I've Been On Catster Since:
January 23rd 2005 More than 12 years!

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ZakareeChickenRaisin CaneSammie

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It's hard to be the boss by Tabatha

January 23, 2005

January 23rd 2005 8:08 pm
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Well, my mom has finally gone over the this!
A diary for the cats in the house...oh she losing it?
Well, if I have to say something, I would say that all was well until the guys came into the house.
These boy cats think they are going to get the best of a "former street cat from Brooklyn"...well they have another guess coming.
Especially that big fluff ball of a pansy, Sammie....I just stare him down, inches from his face and when he even THINKS of breathing I wail a scream and start to rip that fuzzy hair off him.
Sometimes Mom sees the stand-off and hears the growls and proceeds to yell, "Tabatha" and that takes my attention away, my stare is ruined and Sammie starts to move like a vcr tape in the slowest speed there is.
He looks a bit like a jerk, but I just let him go.
But when Mom's out of the should see the white fur she comes home to!
And that new little Zak creature, I am not too sure of him either, as he thinks life is grand and everything is soooo, boy are they naive!
So Raisin and I now have our own pact now and we have been hanging out in other rooms that the boys are not in...we girls have to stick together.

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