Age: 18 Years Sex: Female Weight: 8 lbs.
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August 1st 1997
Sneaking around and surprising everyone, hiding, sleeping, taunting the other animals, eating, drinking water, snuggling with her older brother Moo Cow, watching the birds and squirrels, cleaning between her toes, bug hunting
Being caught for a flea treatment, the vacuum cleaner, being harrassed by Rosie the dog, not having enough water in her bowl.
Moo Cow, anything with catnip, bottle caps, dust bunnies, bugs.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Computer desk chair, anywhere Moo Cow is
Any wet food, tuna when she can get it
Nora is a great escape artist. On her first trip to the vet as a kitten she flattened herself out and squeezed under a door space of no more than half an inch.
Nora was born of the same mother ("Big Mama") as Moo Cow only a couple years later. She and her brother Nick were living off scraps. I lured them with good eats. After several moves Nick finally went insane and struck out on his own. All searches were fruitless. Nora has accepted his leaving, but still misses him sometimes.
Nora is a devoted sister to her older brother Moo, and loves her dog Isabel. She has also grown very attached to Rosie. She loves to let Rosie chase her and nuzzle with her on our bed. Nora is very excited to be appearing with Moo Cow and Isabel in a series of children's fantasy novels being written by her dad in which she is known as Diamond. She's our official mouser and bug catcher. She doesn't like to be handled much, except when we're in bed. She'll jump up and rub on everyone, and let us rub her head and scratch in her favorite spots. She has become quite demanding about it lately. Though she spends much of her time hiding and sleeping Nora can be very talkative. We often have extensive conversations mostly about what she considers to be a lack of fresh water or food. Nora takes it upon herself to be the voice of reason amongst the animals with their various plots for world domination. She is content to remain the power behind the throne.
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The Groups I'm In:
Grateful Dogs, President Isabel's Animal Abuse Commission, President Isabel's BSL Task Force, The Isabel White House
Most Bizarre Fetish:
Swirling Paws in Water
To play in the toilet
Lightning Speed, Sliding Under Doors, Invisibility, Ultra Stanky Poos
Secret To Success:
I've Been On Catster Since:
|February 16th 2005
||More than 10 years!
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December 31st 2007 10:27 am
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Dad saw me itching and scratching last night and today he found out why. After he fed Mama Cat he caught me eating the food out of her bowl. This is food I'm allergic to so I'm not supposed to eat it. Mama is usually very protective of her food. But over the last few weeks I've been kissing up to her and making nice. That was my in. I finally got her to trust me enough that she let me eat her food, but now I'm screwed because Dad busted me. Dagnabbit!!! All that sucking up and covert ops for nothing. It's not easy being a CIA Stealth Ninja Kitty.
Well, happy New Year everybody!!!
December 25th 2007 7:40 pm
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I am cured (knock wood 3 times)! Since about 2003 I've been suffering from an on again off again skin problem. I'd get really itchy and get scabby around my neck. I'd lick my belly raw too. We thought it was flea allergies. I took steroids for a few days and it would clear up. Then it wouldn't bother me for a while. Then it would come back. It didn't seem like a food allergy because it also seemed seasonal. Who ever heard of a seasonal food allergy?
Well this past fall I went to get my rabies shot, and my vet decided to put me back on a course of steroids, and that I should change my food. I've basically been eating poultry based foods since I became a house cat. She wanted me to switch to a rabbit based food. But the only dry rabbit food that didn't have chicken in it was Royal Canin. After the recall situation we're pretty leary of the company, and any company that doesn't make their own food. So we decided to stick with the Natura brands and get the California Natural herring and sweet potato.
So I'm taking the steroids. My skin clears up. We start mixing in the new food. By the time we're eating all California Natural my skin is cleared up. Not one sore. And my beautiful fur was growing back from the sore places. And it's sooo soft. I've resumed my night time struts when I jump on the bed or the sofa and let everyone pet me and praise me. It's been a while since I've done that a lot. Not since the new cats arrived and we moved.
I've been off the steroids for a while now and I'm still doing well. We're also getting more canned food than we used to get, and in all kinds of flavors. Tonight we had lamb. The real test will be what happens this spring. If I can stay itch and scab free that long then we'll know for sure it was the diet.
Yes, we moved again. This time we have the new cats; Big Mama and Banjo. Mama and I seem to have become a little bit like friends. She lets me hang out with her and sometimes we touch noses--in public view. Banjo on the other hand is a total child. And he's loud. I've tried to teach him a few things about stealth, but quite frankly I think I'd have an easier time teaching a 2x4. But he's a good kid, he means well. And it's nice to have a new sparring partner every once in a while.
I'm just glad to finally be getting back to my old self again.
August 1st 2006 2:08 pm
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Yes that's right. It's my birthday, and I got to use my Death Ray Eyes for the first time. We finally captured the Turd Blossom (aka Karl Rove). Rosie hatched a fiendish plot to capture him. Hiring a Hillary Clinton lookalike, Rosie chartered a bus to take a gaggle of welfare mothers to Planned Parenthood to buy contraceptives. The Turd Blossom was so confused. At first he thought that was great because then the welfare mothers wouldn't have anymore children so they wouldn't be draining the government coffers that have been reserved for him and Haliburton. But then he thought, "What if one of those welfare mothers was destined to give birth to the new baby Jesus?" He swooped into action. He assembled a SWAT team (all operatives working for me at CIA). When they got there he was easily apprehended. That's when Attorney General Rosie authorized me to burn his trousers off with my Death Ray Eyes. It was awesome. And guess what? He wears Bob the Builder tighty whities, and screams like a girl.
This has been the best birthday ever!
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