Fancy


American Shorthair
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Home:Providence, RI  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 16 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Fangirl, Fanface, SweetGirl, Fanfan, FriendGirl, PrettyOne

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

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Coloration:
Tortie

Likes:
Attention, attention, attention

Pet-Peeves:
Stupid ferrets, and not being able to go outside.

Favorite Toy:
Catnip pillows

Favorite Nap Spot:
A warm lap (or the top of the computer monitor)

Favorite Food:
Pounce treats! Temptations! And Fancy Feast, which was named after me.

Skills:
She can appear outside when I know she's locked in the house.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I fostered Fancy for the Kalamazoo Animal Rescue when she was a kitten. Her "real" name was Francis Elizabeth Ann, or some mouthful like that. It was too much name for a kitten, and she just became "Fancy." Anyway, I flunked fostering and adopted Fancy in January 1999.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
I don't know what you'd do without me.

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 9th 2005 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
126190


Meet my family
Easy
(1993-2004)
Rosa Luxemburg
(1990-2007)
LammerMoe (In loving
memory)
Dexter

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Fancy's Fancy


Oh no she didn't! Oh no she did not!

July 22nd 2012 6:26 am
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I can't believe it. Lammer was right. The person went and got a dog. It is in our house. The nerve of that. If I didn't have to sleep on her bed I'd poop on it. The person told me that I was still the boss, and that she would never get a dog that would hurt me or Lammer or Foxy, but that isn't the point. The point is that I don't want a dog in my house. I have to do something about this. And about Lammer. She keeps saying "toldcha" and that if I had listened to her we could have stopped this from happening somehow.

 

Lammer needs to calm down

July 20th 2012 12:46 pm
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Lammer is freaking out because she thinks that the person is getting a dog. The person wouldn't dare--there's no room for a dog here. There is barely enough room for us and the ferret. Foxy is really sick with cancer and has a tumor growing on her head and just sleeps all the time and isn't too much fun anymore. The person has pulled out all of this old ferret stuff that she is probably going to throw away or give to other ferret people but none of that has anything to do with dogs. An old leash was mixed up with it but that belongs in the car. And she bought a square tent for us, and two cat beds. One bed is in the tent for Lammer and another bed is upstairs for me. The top of the tent is soft and I like it. Lammer keeps calling it a crate but it isn't. The person even bought us some new treats that we really like but she also bought some dog food that she keeps forgetting to take back. We have plenty of food, so she doesn't have to do that right away. So Lammer is making a big deal about nothing, as usual.

 

Well, I've been busy

September 21st 2011 8:18 pm
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No one would believe all the work that I have to do. I have to keep an eye on everything because the person is not home as much anymore. Some things have changed and other things haven't. Ben and Jerry died, and then Maggie died in July, so now it's just Foxy and us. Foxy has cancer and her fur fell out then grew back then fell out again and now it's growing back sort of but she is still a brat and chases us when the person lets her run around. The person says that she isn't getting any more ferrets because it's too hard when they die but she always says that and the next thing I know she's coming home with more. Lammer is still a pain in the tail but it's because she is jealous of me. Dodge moved away and we're glad. We don't care where he went as long as he doesn't come back. There is a new brown cat in the yard behind our house but she doesn't dare set a whisker on our porch even though the person would like her to and would probably give our food to her. I'll poop on her pillow if she does.

 
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