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Age: 7 Years Sex: Female Weight: 12 lbs.
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May 13th 2008
Food. Also, treats. If there's no other choice, dry kibble. And feathers.
Elsie. Anyone trying to cuddle her for more than five seconds. Not being fed in a timely fashion.
Catnip toy with feathers. Da Bird. Anything dangly. Catnip toys called Mr. Turtle and Mr. Chipmunk, a catnip sack, and a vibrating toy called Mr. Birdy.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Couch, old office chair, top of Mama's bed, hassock that has been put in the rec room and donated to the cats a generation ago.
Anything fish flavored... except Salmon. All canned food must be fresh, not out of the fridge.
She has a very complex begging routine. She starts by just sitting and staring at you. If that doesn't work, she'll snuggle up and lick you. Then she'll climb on what you're doing. If this fails, she starts walking around the house with her toys, yelling.
We originally went to the shelter to adopt a kitten after the last of our seniors passed away. Baby Elsie chose us right away, and we already decided to take her home. It took about five minutes to decide we could never leave her beautiful mama Charlotte behind. She's been our cranky, hungry, napping Head Cat ever since!
The shelter says Charlotte was brought in as a stray -- and gave birth to three kittens a day later! She was a little thin and worn when we took her in, but that didn't last long. Three years later, she's fat, happy, and spending most of her time napping in various soft and comfy places!
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"Don't Bother Me, I'm Sleeping/Eating."
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August 16th 2012 7:28 am
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Da Hot Tyme (Peeplez call it Summr, wich iz a dum name, u ask me, but datz typical of peeplez.) is an exsellent tymz to make Da Grate Excapez. It iz warm, der iz no snoe (don ask how I noez abowt snoe, suffisez it to say it doez not feel gud on ur pawz.), and er is manee things to eet, frum greenz to juicy skwirrlz an chipmunkz, if u hab da energeez to chase dem and kach dem. I don yet... wen I mayk da final Grate Excapez I'll mayk dat kind of effert. For now, I'll keep letting the peeplez use deir thumbz to serb us lyke dey r mayde to.
I hab mayd seberal suxsessful practiss runz in Da Grate Exscapez Plan. I hab discobberd, for exsampl, dat it is da peeple calld "Gramma" dat is da sloest to katch me. Peeple Mama usez her footz to hold me bak -- wich I DO NOT LYK, BTW. Grampa maykz terribel stoopid noizez dat he thinkz r skarree, but I only run away cuz he'z so annoying. But Gramma iz alwayz doin sumthing lyk talking or carreeing stuff wen she goez owt, so she almost never katches me.
I starrtd sloely -- jus to da bottum of da steps. Den to were da lowd machinez r parkd on da hot-hard grownd. Now I can getz to the yummy grass on da sidez of da howse -- ALMOST TO DA WUDS! But I don noe if I can get farder yet cuz I alwayz stop for a fortifying grass snak, and by den da peeplez usally get me.
I hezitate to give up da grass snak. I needz my energiez if dis plan iz to sukseed! I must take a nap and konsider how to get arownd dis cunnnundrumm.
Stay strong, my fellow captivz! Owr day will come!
Your Grate Leedr,
The Captiv Called Charlotte
December 17th 2011 7:47 am
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Hoomins were put on dis planett to serb us, dat is wai day hab tumbs. And yet day continew under the illewshun dat is is DAY hoo r in kontrol. Dis is why THE GRATE EXSCAPES is nessessaree. We kittehs must band togebber and rys up for a few minits from owr naps an say "HAY! WE DA REWLRS HERE! WE TELLZ U WEN IS DINNER TYM. WE TELLZ U WEN IS TYM TO GO OUT AND COMEZ IN, AN MOS OB ALL, WE TELLS *U* WAT WE DO AND DO NOT SKRACH, KLIMBZ, EETZ, ETC."
I wud makez a synez, but agin... no tumbs. I haz to hunt and pekz to do my blog as it iz. I tellz dat peeples called Mama ALL DA TYM dat she MUS OBAY ME AS NACHUR INTENDED, and she LAFFS AT MEE. It is not ryt, de way we getz treeted arownd heer.
Anudder exampel is THE SNUGGLIN PROBLIM. I personalee do NOT lyk snugglees. I duz NOT lyk to be pikkd up offz da grownd, wer I belong. I do NOT lykez to have my belleh tuchd. So wut is it wit theez peeples dat THEEZ IS DER FABORIT TINGS FOR DEM TO DO? I kant getz a deesent meel or treetz on deemand, but dey tinkz itz ok to just PIKZ ME UP WILLEE NILLEE, and SNUGGLEZ ME UP AND KISS MEE (Blech, peeples is so smellee!) AND RUBZ MAH BELLEH AND TELL ME WUT A PRETTEE KITTEE I AM. Iz SO annoyin!
Der is a seerius need furr a rebolushun, kittehs! Sum peeples iz well-traynd and noes der plase, but wut abowt da rest of dem? THE GRATE EXSCAPES will sho dem dat WE in charg! WE hab da bigger smartz! De onlee ting dey gotz is da tumbs.
Dam tumbs. I wish doez polydactyl cats wud finish ebolbin alreddy!
Oh! On a mor positib nowt, the peeples called Mama, shared da mos DELISHUS treet durin reeding tym yesterday (I getz da warm spot by her hed when we reedz.) She sez it was "fryd want on and I shuddnt be eetin it or gibbin u anee eeder." I tink datz a dum name, but BOY was it good! She onlee gabe us tinee peeses, but I gobbld em up and den tookd the rezt from That Other Cat -- she eet too slow. Datz the law of da jungelz, kid. So dat wuz gud.
Hab a gud day eberybuddy. Keep me up to date on ur hollydayz and PLANZ FOR DA GRATE EXSCAPEZ!
December 15th 2011 8:14 am
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Iz shur I menshuned previusly my confushun ober da purrpuss of cutting down a purrfectlee good outsyd tree, bringin it insyd, cubbering it with DANGLEE TWINKLY JINGLEE stuff all ober it, and den tellin me an The Other Cat "No! Not for kittehs!" ebbery time we go neer it.
I don unnerstand peeples. Seeriusly. I think dey hav hed problems or sumthin. So me and The Other Cat just do whut we want with the stoopid insyd tree after the peeples go to sleep. Wich is anudder ting -- wy do dey sleepz in da dark tym? Dat's da best tym to get stuffz dun. The mowsiez cum owt like dey forgot we kittehs are heer, and the peeples are sleepin... oh, ryt. We don want the peeples up at night becuz we wanna get tings dun and deyr ALWAYZ in the way, pikkin me up or telling me "No!" or refuzin to feed or tend to me in a tymlee manner.
Do u seez wy I am so dedicatted to DA GRATE EXSCAPEZ? Aldo I tinkz Iz gonna hab to put da hol ting off until after dis hol "hollyday" ting. Ders all theez toyz (and the peeple called Mama sayz she spended "too much" moneez on toyz for me and The Other Cat, so I need to stayz and see dis.) plus the peeples called Grampa sez ders gonna be CHIKENZ on da prezent opennin day. So.) I tinks dat jinglee pakeg we got de udder day? Prezents fur us, jus lyk u gyz sed.
Da plannin continewz on da GRATE EXSCAPEZ (I eben mayd one kynd-ob attemt da udder day wen da peeples wuz bringin da outsyd tree insyd, but I stoppd to eet sum grass and day cawt me ryt away. I dint reely try hard to tell u da truth.), but exekushuns will be posponned fer da tym bein.
So howz these hollydayz tings goin on at ur howsez?
O hay! I furget ma mannerz -- tanks for the rekugnishun of my Captivitee Log! Iz glad I inspirez so menny to REZIZT DA CAPTORZ! U r all berry wunnerful! Treetz and mowsiez to allz ub u!
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