American Shorthair
Picture of mehitabel, a female American Shorthair

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Age: 17 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 12 lbs.

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   Leave a treat for mehitabel

bel, belle, belly, My Little Butterball, Grey Mom, squeaker

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-part feral-cat rescue

Gray Tabby

PLAYING, being the center of attention

Right now, THE PUPPY. Hissing noises and rustling plastic bags. She also seems to think the ceiling fan and the vaccuum cleaner are colluding against her.

Favorite Toy:
humans, real mice, toes, hands, legs, paper, rubber bands, feathers, pens, nail files, fake mice

Favorite Nap Spot:
everywhere (including boxes that are smaller than herself and on top of the kitchen cabinets)

Favorite Food:
Meph's food

bel can insert herself into very unusual spaces and may be a recovering bonsai kitten


Arrival Story:
I adopted mehitabel while I was out of work after the dot-com I was working for dot-went. She had been found wandering outside a housing project with a kitten in tow. She was about a year old herself and barely eight pounds and was really happy to meet me at my Veterinary Hospital's little animal rescue ward.

(From oom/archybooks/song.html) the song of mehitabel By Don Marquis, in "archy and mehitabel," 1927 this is the song of mehitabel of mehitabel the alley cat as i wrote you before boss mehitabel is a believer in the pythagorean theory of the transmigration of the soul and she claims that formerly her spirit was incarnated in the body of cleopatra that was a long time ago and one must not be surprised if mehitabel has forgotten some of her more regal manners i have had my ups and downs but wotthehell wotthehell yesterday sceptres and crowns fried oysters and velvet gowns and today i herd with bums but wotthehell wotthehell i wake the world from sleep as i caper and sing and leap when i sing my wild free tune wotthehell wotthehell under the blear eyed moon i am pelted with cast off shoon but wotthehell wotthehell do you think that i would change my present freedom to range for a castle or moated grange wotthehell wotthehell cage me and i d go frantic my life is so romantic capricious and corybantic and i m toujours gai toujours gai i know that i am bound for a journey down the sound in the midst of a refuse mound but wotthehell wotthehell oh i should worry and fret death and i will coquette there s a dance in the old dame yet toujours gai toujours gai i once was an innocent kit wotthehell wotthehell with a ribbon my neck to fit and bells tied onto it o wotthehell wotthehell but a maltese cat came by with a come hither look in his eye and a song that soared to the sky and wotthehell wotthehell and i followed adown the street the pad of his rhythmical feet o permit me again to repeat wotthehell wotthehell my youth i shall never forget but there s nothing i really regret wotthehell wotthehell there s a dance in the old dame yet toujours gai toujours gai the things that i had not ought to i do because i ve gotto wotthehell wotthehell and i end with my favorite motto toujours gai toujours gai boss sometimes i think that our friend mehitabel is a trifle too gay

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