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Age: 8 Years   Sex: Female

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Tana, Tana-Cat, Chomper

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Gotcha Date:
December 17th 2010

Red Tabby

Watching birds, food

People touching her, people picking her up, people not feeding her when she's hungry...yep, it's all people :)

Favorite Toy:

Favorite Nap Spot:
Armchair in the family room, kitchen chairs

Favorite Food:
Peanut butter :)

Imitating birds with a chirping noise


Arrival Story:
Montana was abandoned in the parking lot of the vet hospital I work at, and I offered to foster her. You know the rest!

Montana has earned the nickname of "Chomper" because she has a tendency to nip people. :)

Lives Remaining:
2 of 9

Forums Motto:
Don't touch me and you'll be safe :)

I've Been On Catster Since:
May 21st 2011 More than 5 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

Meet my family
Mika MADC,
ShadowTassy (1993 -

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Diary of the Misunderstood

My very first diary entry!

June 3rd 2011 11:25 am
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Hello! My name is Montana. I'm not named after the state; I was named by staff at the vet hospital that I was abandoned at because it's a kind of tomboyish, tough name that still sounds pretty. And that suits me perfectly! Nat, the human who brought me home, calls me Tana for short, though.

No one knows why my previous humans dropped me off in the parking lot of the vet hospital, in a tiny wire cage, covered in stinky poop and with mats in my tail. But they suspect that it's because I have a little habit; I nip people if they try to touch me or pick me up.

Don't get me wrong, I like people; I'm just a bit unsure of them. I want to be loved, but I don't know how because I don't feel safe. You see, I don't have my claws. They were taken out of me in a surgery called a declaw. The humans in my life think that I was a very affectionate cat before I got declawed, but that after the surgery, I felt vulnerable. I only have one way to defend myself now, and that's with my teeth.

I may never learn to fully trust people, but every day, I try.

. Montana .

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