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Home:Waretown, Nj  
Age: 7 Years   Sex: Female

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   Leave a treat for Gigi

Gigi the Faithful, The Frog Huntress, The Ninja, my Furry Shadow

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Gotcha Date:
July 17th 2011


mommy, mommy, and more mommy!

anything that requires mommy's attention to be diverted from ME!

Favorite Toy:
mommy, mousies, my tail - in that order

Favorite Nap Spot:
mommy's lap whenever available, mommy's clothes in the event that her lap is out of the house, mommy's bed when she forgets to leave me clothes to sleep with

Favorite Food:
whatever mommy is eating (yes i know it may very well be mango flavored, but i MUST ensure that the mommy is not being slowly poisoned!)

i move like ninja - mommy must be followed and protected at all times


Arrival Story:
Right around Father's Day 2011 I was fired from my full-time job. I was a bit resentful toward the company I had worked for, but essentially, it was a good thing. I now had the extra free time to do some work on my much-neglected yard (among other things). I started weeding flowerbeds which were overgrown with grass and weeds - why is it that grass refuses to grow in the rest of the yard, but positively THRIVES in the flowerbeds?! - and I eventually got around to cleaning up my frog pond. I love my frog pond. Originally installed by my ex as a fish pond, I had almost removed and filled it in after the fish all died, when out-of-the-blue a family of frogs moved in. They sang at night, and fed on the bugs that have otherwise just about taken over, AND they tolerate me lurking about snapping pictures of them doing froggie-type things! But I soon noticed that the multitude of frogs was dwindling. Certainly not due to a lack of fodder - there were bugs EVERYWHERE! So I began to keep an eye out for what could be causing this sudden decline in my frog population. That's when I discovered a little black huntress lurking at the pond. She crept out of the woods on silent furry feet, low to the ground and hiding in the weeds. She circled the pond, and perched on the now-defunct "waterfall" which had once circulated the water of the pond, lapping at the water which had been stagnant for some time now. And then she pounced, and I understood what happened to my froggies. Desperate to save the frogs, I reasoned that a cat who wasn't hungry would be more inclined to leave them alone. So I started leaving a bowl of cat food nearby in hopes that she would eat that instead of my amphibious friends. Pretty soon, she started coming around while I was outside doing yard work and she tolerated my commando-style camera sniping fairly well. She kept her distance at first, but eventually she got comfortable enough to approach me, and then she came just to hang out and get some attention along with the food. Around this time, I moved her dish up onto the deck and we began to develop a routine. My indoor cat, Miss Sebastian, keeps me to a tight schedule in the morning. I'm allowed to use the potty before venturing to the kitchen for (her) breakfast, but gods help me if I make coffee before filling the food and water dishes. She usually meets me at the bathroom door and scolds me all the way to the kitchen, and the whole time I'm washing and/or rinsing dishes, right up until they're deposited on the floor in their place, full of food and water. But she always waits to be pet before digging in (she has SOME manners!) NOW, I'm allowed to start coffee. But as I cross the kitchen to the coffeepot, movement at the window catches my eye: the hunter of frogs is perched on the railing in a morning sunbeam grooming her sleek black fur. I start the coffee, and then head outside while it's brewing with a leftover paper halloween cup of food. She hops off the railing to say good morning and positively basks in affection before even glancing at the food. It's beginning to seem like she comes around more for the company than for the food, a suspicion further supported by the appearance of "presents" which she kindly refrains from bringing up to the deck and leaves instead on the short retaining wall of a flowerbed at the foot of the steps. (Incidentally, not far from the place where I started out leaving a bowl of food for her. Coincidence? I wonder.) After breakfast, she wanders off into the woods, and I return inside to re-caffeinate my bloodstream. Sebastian is crouched on the windowsill, and glares accusingly at me - I'm of the distinct impression that she's offended just as much by the fact that this usurper is a carbon copy of her, as she is that I've been paying attention to another feline. I pat her on the head and make a beeline for the coffee pot. The following morning, no one is waiting for me at the bathroom door. When I get to the kitchen I find a staring contest taking place at the window. I pat Sebastian on the head on my way to the food dishes. She hisses. I now have two cats - a matched set, in point of fact - one lives in the house and the other lives in the yard (and woods). It is time to find a name for the frog hunter. I suspect that this cat is female, but I don't know for sure. Something androgynous would be good, like "fluffy" (not that she's even remotely fluffy - she's sleek and graceful and self-sufficient) ... hmmm ... I start making a mental list of appropriate names, but nothing seems to click. My boyfriend and I watch a lot of anime and at the moment we're engrossed in the Japanese version of "Bleach." He suggests I call the cat Yorichi after a character in the show who is introduced as a black cat with a male voice, but later takes the form of a human female. That could definitely work regardless of whether this is a boy cat or a girl cat. It kinda even fits with her personality. I try it out but the cat is unresponsive. And then i think of another anime cat, from a movie I saw yeeeeears ago "Kiki's Delivery Service" featured a black cat named Gigi, which is typically a feminine name, but the cat is voiced by Phil Hartman in the American Language Version of the film. This could also work. I try it out and the cat responds!! Just to be sure I haven't imagined this, or projected a deeper meaning from something that was purely coincidental, I spend the next couple of days alternating between the two monikers, and find that she definitely seems to prefer Gigi over Yorichi. So Gigi she is.

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Forums Motto:
defender of the MOMMY

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 17th 2012 More than 4 years!

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