Sally Lockhart

Domestic Shorthair
Picture of Sally Lockhart, a female Domestic Shorthair

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Home:Lawrence, KS  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 5 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 8 lbs.

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Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Gotcha Date:
October 7th 2011

July 7th 2011

Orange & White Tabby



Favorite Toy:
small stuffed fish

Favorite Nap Spot:
on a blanket in a warm place

Favorite Food:

smart and sassy!


Arrival Story:
I was picking up medicine for Elvin when I saw a flyer for Sally and her brother Jack. One of the vet techs at the clinic had fostered them since they were two weeks old. I wanted a playmate for Artie but didn't want to separate Sally and Jack, so we adopted both!

Sally and Jack's foster mother named them after characters in The Nightmare Before Christmas. We added "Lockhart" to her name for the heroine in Philip Pullman's Sally Lockhart series (about an "uncommonly pretty" orphan who investigates a mystery in each book).

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Diary of the Day: 10/7/12; Dreamette #21

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 11th 2011 More than 5 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
Hetty Miep
Art BlakeyJack

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Ginger Snap Tales

Silly Humans

October 4th 2012 2:17 pm
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A couple of weeks ago, Artie and I were snuggling in a sunspot together. Our female human walked in the room, cooed, turned around, and ran right into the doorframe. Since we’ve seen many of these types of incidents occur before, we were undisturbed by the female human’s howls of pain. After examining the red spot on her arm, she ran and got the camera. We managed not to laugh during our photo session.


Ride or Die

January 16th 2012 5:17 pm
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A couple of weeks ago, my humans noticed that my brother Jack’s breath was stinkier than normal (my female human said it smelled like the breath of an elderly cat). Then the other night, my female human noticed that Jack was drooling in his sleep. The final straw was when my male human found some bloody toilet paper that Jack had been gnawing on. The humans examined Jack’s mouth and noticed that his top gums were bloody. They decided that a trip to Uncle Dr. Kraft was in order. Before leaving, my male human found two small teeth in his bathroom (where the bloody toilet paper had been spotted).

My humans debated whether taking me with Jack or not. My female human pointed out that we went everywhere together and it might make Jack feel better. My male human said it would be easier to leave me behind. They went back and forth and finally agreed to leave me behind. I could tell Jack was trying to be brave but was a little bit scared to have to go somewhere by himself. So when my humans brought the cage out, I jumped in and promptly laid down. I settled the debate: I was going with Jack to the v-e-t!

Since Jack and I were raised by a foster mom that is a vet tech at the clinic, we went to the clinic quite a bit when we were babies (to help socialize us). We weren’t a bit frightened to be back together, and everyone was so happy to see how much we’ve grown. Good news for Jack’s mouth: turns out the teeth my male human found were baby teeth. Uncle Dr. Kraft found two other baby teeth that were really loose and close to falling out, so he took Jack in back and removed those. I was a very good girl and napped in my cage while they were gone. Uncle Dr. Kraft said the bad breath, drooling, and bloody gums were most likely caused by the erupting teeth and should clear up soon. He also said Jack will be a very big boy someday!


Bully Strut

January 12th 2012 11:46 am
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Sometimes, no, most times, my sister Hetty Miep is a bit of a *whispers* bully.

Yesterday, she was in especially fine form. First she smacked Artie on the head several times before lunch. He returned the favor.

Then, when my female human was beached on the couch with the fluffy comforter and Hilda, Elvin, and Hetty Miep, I tried to join them. Hetty Miep smacked me on each side of the head and then on top of my head. When I turned around to jump down, she smacked me on my bottom!

Later, she decided that Jack needed to be taught a lesson (for sitting in one of our boxes with blankets). He saw her coming and did what he always does before being smacked down by HM: he threw himself down on his back with his paws in the air like four “I surrender” flags, froze while HM delivered the smacks, and lay stunned in the same position for a few seconds after HM left. Don’t worry though, after he noticed that she was gone, he immediately bounced back up and was ready to play.

I watched from a safe distance and thought, Glad that’s not me. And, Hmmm. Maybe I can be like her someday!

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