Angel Tally


American Shorthair
Picture of Angel Tally , a female American Shorthair

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Age: 24 Years   Sex: Female

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Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Gotcha Date:
July 8th 1990

Birthday:
March 12th 1990

Likes:
Cuddling with mom and hogging the food bowl

Pet-Peeves:
Being left alone for over an hour and the dog

Favorite Toy:
Feather on a stick

Favorite Nap Spot:
Laundry Basket on fresh, clean clothes

Favorite Food:
Anything but seafood

Skills:
She has the power to live forever

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I adopted Tally as a kitten at a pet store.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
The Wise One

The Groups I'm In:
♥All Fur Fun♥, Meows it going?!, The Animals Fun Club

The Last Forum I Posted In:
is there a wrong cat?

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 23rd 2012 More than 1 year!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
1245654


Meet my family
BoboPrincess

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The Life of a Over-aged Cat


My Thoughts to my Dearest Friends,

March 27th 2013 11:23 am
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To my Dearest Furiends,

I write this to you from high above, sending loving kisses your way. I will miss you all dearly as I have passed on. All of nine lives have been spent happily with my family and finally, I reach the kingdom of my maker. I still have laundry baskets, except they are made of gold and the warmth never leaves, however I still miss the plastic ones from my home. My siblings who have already pasted are here to play with me everyday, yet I still miss my family. Even Bobo the dog is in my thoughts. Breakfast is now served as early as I would like and there are large echoing rooms for the early risers to meow in at the mornings. It is still not the same as my hallways in my home. Everyday however, this life is becoming better and I feel happier. One day I know I will see my dearest family. I feel as if my diary would become untrue if I continued to have my mother write it for me. This will be the last entry of "The life of an overages cat". I am very sad to say so, but forever goodbye and kitty kisses to all my loves :)

 

Oh Christmas tree

December 9th 2012 3:55 pm
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Lately I have been into song writing:

O Christmas tree
O Christmas tree
I love drinking your water
O Christmas tree
O Christmas tree
How I love chewing your branches
O Christmas tree
O Christmas tree
I love climbing your branches
O Christmas tree
O Christmas tree
How I adore the sounds of the breaking ornament
I do this every year
It brings on unhappy cheer
O Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
You haven't looked well lately

-Tally (A.K.A. Kitty coolness Kat)

 

The Prank

May 27th 2012 4:50 am
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Another warm Florida morning, I lie by the door sunning, This is the life. My little sister Princess is laying beside me, it feels so very nice. I can jusf feel the warm sun on my back. Then, someone walks through the door, it's mom. She bends down and pets me and doesn't notice Princess running out the door. That little kitty! Mom starts to shut the door, when I realize my responsibility to take care of the hyper young cat. Before mom shut the door, I snuck out and looked around for Princess. As the door was closing, I watched a blonde/orange ball of fur jump into the house. Mom doesn't even notice!!! Then the door shuts, and I the 22 year old cat, is left outside. If mom found me outside, I would be in big trouble. I had to find a way in without her knowing. I ran on the backporch. Bobo the doggy or should I say monster came out through the doggy-door. Hmm, could I go through the doggy-door too? Wait, I'm too old to jump...but I had to try. I pulled myself through the door and I noticed how hard it was. I could hear mom inside calling for me, and princess! There she was on the couch laughing, this had all been a joke on me. How could she prank me again! I guess the little clown will never stop...but if she does, it will be a miracle. I went back to the door, and scratched it with my paws. Mom came to the rescue, she took me in her arms and cradleled me back and forth. Come on mom. Im not a baby. She told me never to do that again and for my punishment I didn't get my daily treat. Princess cackled when that happened. Any ideas on how to deal with a little sister/prankster?

 
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