Nicknames: Baby, Hidey-Kitty, Miss Puss, Kitty-Boo
Birthday: August 19th 2001
Likes: Playing in the bathtub, water, the magic toilet fountain
Pet-Peeves: Scary noises, the boys sniffing her butt, strangers in the house
Favorite Toy: The String (in the bathtub)
Favorite Nap Spot: Under the bed (we think)
Favorite Food: Fancy Feast, yogurt, tomato sauce
Skills: I am the queen, I need no special skills. I am very good at grooming, however.
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: I was lost in the alley, eating out of pizza boxes and drinking out of puddles of water. This black cat Frankie brought me into the yard, bopped me on the head a few times, and then I met his whole family. I was only eight weeks old. For three days, I hid in the spare room behind every box and piece of furniture I could find. That is how I told the nice lady that my name is Heidi.
Bio: I was elevated to queen when Cinnamon (that witch) went on to her next life. My job is to keep these boys in line. I like making my human stand by me while I eat. It's really fun to make peeping noises at her until she follows me to the feeder, then get some sweet talk until I am done. I try to do this at least fifteen times a day just to let her know she is important to me. It's good to be queen.
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: Just pokin' my head out for a minute..
As you may recall, I suspected that something was afoot, and I was not wrong (am I ever?). She put her cocoons full of artificial skins into the Black Mariah and didn't come back for, I dunno, it seemed like weeks. The Human Noisemaker came to the house to play with our food, and Me-WOW, did he ever make a mess! I couldn't even hide under the bed, because he stole it right outta the room!! He put some stinky glop on the walls that completely changed the color of the room...I had to hang out under the shed because it smelled so bad.
Anyway, The One came back home and I have to admit I was glad to see her. She cleaned up all the messes, disemboweled the loud Sucking Monster of Death and has been giving me extra treats any time I want. In return, I've been crawling under the covers with her to keep her feet warm and purring whenever she pets me. I know, I know, it's completely unlike me to put up with human contact, but something about her makes me feel safe and protected in this scary world.
I'm suspecting that something is afoot around here, and it's not Jack clompin' through the kitchen!
1. She's been running the spinning box of bubble water all week...
2. The countertop is covered in little pieces of paper (I hopped up there when she wasn't looking :0)...
3. The black box on wheels came out of the closet, and she stuffed her artificial skins into it...
4. Our little cans of food are stacked up next to one of the paper scraps...
5. She's been extra-cuddly to me for a couple of days...kissing me and talking about "Ine ginedu missoo beebeee" or whatever she's trying to say.
I'm thinking she's going to abandon us again. Oh yes, she's going on one of her strolls down the alley and leaving us to fend for ourselves. She doesn't know this, but when she's gone OTHER PEOPLE COME INTO THE HOUSE AND PLAY WITH OUR FOOD! It's true, I've seen them from my Safe Place. They try to lure me out, but I don't fall for it.
I hope she's not gone a long time. It takes so much work for me to re-train her when she gets back. She always smells funny at first and yet expects me to recognize her anyway. I'll pretend I'm mad, and really make her work for my attention, but I'm always secretly happy when she shows up...
My mama called me for breakfast, but I didn't respond; I was busy sniffing the porch, sniffing the chairs, sniffing the steps...there had been an intruder about!
She said, "Heidi, what's the matter with you?" and that's when HE SHOWED HIS SILLY SELF AND STARTED BELLOWING. And that's when I started caterwauling as loud as I could! I was having none of it. No more of these boys showing up out of nowhere and thinking they could just move in and take over my space.
I don't care how cute he is, with his little *white socks* and shiny black fur. No, he doesn't remind me of Frankie. He's a mean little booger for his age, too. Last night he actually chased Jack and me into the house--right through the cat door and into the living room he came! We screamed and mama came running out of bed in just her skin and she made him go back outside.
This morning she got out the Blue Box. Somebody's going for a ride in the car, and I'm pretty sure it's little Bucky (bleeping) Dent.
(Bucky Dent, Chicago White Sox #30)
In the popular comic strip Get Fuzzy, Rob, a die-hard Red Sox fan, freaked out after his cat, Bucky Katt, scratched up his guitar and said "Now the guitar has a Bucky Dent". Rob told Bucky to never use those word in the house ever again, to which Bucky repeatedly yelled "BUCKY DENT!"