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Age: 6 Years   Sex: Female

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MIss Maple, Maple May, Bossy Butt, Priss Pot

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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

Gotcha Date:
October 22nd 2010

July 25th 2010

Tortoiseshell Tabby

The empty bathtub, milk-carton tabs, sneaking into my lab while I'm not paying attention...

She HATES closed doors! The dogs, the vacuum, not being pet when she want to be pet, being pet when she doesn't want to be pet, me not moving fast enough from my bed to her bowl, not paying attention to her.

Favorite Toy:
Bugs and lizards (and that one mouse!), and her favorite "toy" is actually the milk-carton tab. We give her a new one every time we open a gallon of milk! She LOVES them.

Favorite Nap Spot:
In the bathroom closet, the bathtub, and the middle of my bed. I also catch her in the dog bed in a sunny spot in our living room when I come home from work every day.

Favorite Food:
Blue Buffalo shaved turkey or chicken, or Blue Wilderness duck.

She can growl louder than the dogs...


Arrival Story:
The husband is a cat person and he finally was fed-up with my dogs loving me more than him. He wanted a cat. We were looking for a classic tabby (I wanted a calico, but it was HIS kitty), and I let the neighboring shelter know what I was looking for. A week or so later she told me that there was an "exquisite" kitty I had to come see. Maple was everything she said and both me and the husband were instantly in love!

Maple was scheduled to be euthanized as a bitty kitten at the local pound. Although she was taken to an adoption day, nobody wanted her. The lady who worked at the pound called a local shelter in an attempt to rescue this gorgeous girl. When the shelter took her they named her Tabitha. She soon came down with an upper respiratory infection that she got over at the shelter. The move to our house, (with our dogs) caused a relapse in the infection, but she was soon over both the infection AND the dogs and is now the boss of the house!

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
Pet me. Now. NOW!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Long fur

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 26th 2010 More than 6 years!

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Dogs. Ugh.

The Murcat

January 1st 2011 5:27 pm
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Did you know that there is a Murcat in our bathroom?

She lives in the pipes that link to the bathtub.

I discovered her one day while Mom was sitting in the warm water. I looked down and VOILA! there was a cat staring at my from the other side of the water. I stared at her until after all the water was gone and she disappeared down the drain.

A good southern gal like me must be friendly to all guests, but I simply do not understand why a cat would live under water. Indeed, I'm not sure why she stays in the water at all...

However, when I pawed at her to come out do you know what she did? The same thing. In fact, it appeared to me that she wanted ME to join HER in the water. IMAGINE! Me in the water? HA. I'm not that friendly.

So we just sit there staring at each other, fascinated, I guess, by each others lives.

Do any of you know a mercat?

Maple May


Sigh...what a cRaZy week....

December 1st 2010 5:21 pm
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So you won't believe what my life has been like in the last couple of weeks...

First, did I mention I got a new sisfur? Her name is Paisley and she is a Doberman Pincer puppy. Needless to say, our house is a little nuts right now.

Well, last week I began to act a little nutty. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me, but I felt the deep need to roll all over everything, meow like crazy, and stick my butt in the air. It was just like that "MMMEEEEOOOWWW, PURRR, GRROOWWWLL" roll on the floor, stick my butt in the air, knead my claws. I did it to Dad, to Mom, to the dogs... I have no idea what came over me.

Mom, on the other hand, did know. She said "Oh, no ma'am. We're not going through a heat" and she sent me straight to the vet to fix it.

The vet fixed it all right. I took a nap and then up I sprang to see the world.

But the vet messed it up a little. He missed a stitch. Then I had a little hole in my tummy that got infected.

That meant a trip back to the vet and a shot.

It hasn't been great. But I am feeling much better after my shot!

Have a happy December!


Bathtubs and Fishbowls

November 12th 2010 9:59 am
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I do not understand, good friends, why baths are so bad. In fact, I must tell you that I believe them to be great fun! I am not condoning the use of water, dear kitties, for water is an evil element of nature that seeks to get our already clean fur wet.

I have discovered a use for the bathtub. Last night, as my mom watched from her throne (the toilet), I lightly leapt into the tub and set war upon an arachnid. The arachnid lost of course, because it had no escape. In fact, Catsters, NOTHING can escape a bathtub.

As I stared at my deceased arachnid wondering what I should attack next, I heard a tinkling sound from behind me and so turned around. There sat a ball. A red ball with a bell in it. Then, from my left, came a fuzzy pink ball. And then, down the side of the tub, came one more white ball. It was attack time.

The sides of a bathtub are high enough that a ball cannot jump out. The sides of a bathtub also slope, so when a ball rolls up a little, it must roll down. Lastly, my friends, bathtub walls have no corners, cubbies, or any other stopping mechanism to lock up a ball and stop play. This provides for endless fun.

Just beware of a wet bathtub. Sometimes a wet tub can cause a fun-seeking kitty to slip. The drain, too, can be a detriment to perfect play. In the case that a ball sticks in the drain, claws come in handy.

The other thing that I have deemed a fun endeavor is the fishbowl. We have a beta fish named Red (it’s an anomaly because he is really a blue fish). I like to try and paw at him, but I haven’t quite figured out how to catch him. The water gets in my way, and like I said earlier, water is a natural disaster, I do not like it on my paws. The only time water is good is when you are thirsty, and I have to say, drinking from Red’s bowl is significantly more fun than drinking from my plain water dish.

More adventures and tips to come!


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