In Loving Memory of R.E.M.


American Shorthair/Breed Unknown
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Sex: Female   Weight: 8 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Foo, Gassy, Diva, Farty Foo Foos

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

Quick Bio:
-pound cat

Birthday:
June 20th 1992

Coloration:
Tortoiseshell Smoke

Likes:
Eating and sleeping. I do like to watch birdies and meow at them.

Pet-Peeves:
DOGS, My brother Boog, getting nails clipped, thunder and parades

Favorite Toy:
Anything catnip scented, yarn

Favorite Nap Spot:
Her blankie on the sofa and rocking chair

Favorite Food:
Purina's One (Chicken)

Skills:
She will fetch a milk ring like a dog does a bone!

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
My Mommy lived alone and wanted a cat. So, she went to the local shelter with only six bucks in her pocket and looked at me in the cell. My cat mother was there with my brothers and sisters. But I wouldn't shut up! I wanted this lady to take me home and I kept meowing at her to say, "Pick me! Pick me!" And she did! I hid under the passenger seat of her car and cried all the way home. She named me after her favorite band. Boy, does she play alot of R.E.M. songs! She's lucky I like them. Any time they're on TV she shouts for me to watch my "step-daddies"!

Bio:
I am the princess of the world. I was born in a barn and lots of brothers and sisters that were adopted out. When I was younger I was very playful. My mommy would call it naughty. I used to take bows off Christmas presents under the tree and bat them around the kitchen floor. I used to LOVE to eat Q-tips. What? They're tasty! I would leave the sticks on the floor for the peasant to pick up. hehehe In my Mommy's first apartment I would sleep in the bathroom sink. My favorite thing I miss doing was running across the kitchen table and jump into the garabage bag that Mommy was to sit by the curb the next day. By the way, I am the most beautiful Tortie in the world. TORTIES UNITE!!!! I would like some other Torties to e-mail me! ***UPDATE: I recently went to heaven on May 24, 2005. My mommy and Daddy were there with me. ***

Forums Motto:
I am the Diva of the world

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 31st 2005 More than 11 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
133717


Meet my family
In Loving
Memory of
Booger
Pickles
Jillies
Butters Landon
Duane
Frances Louise
Peacock

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REM's Life as a Diva


Going to Heaven

May 24th 2005 8:50 am
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Today at 2pm my mommy had to do something that broke their hearts to do: have me put to sleep. I wish she would stop crying. I'm going to be fine. I will be in a better place running and playing with other kitties in heaven. I'll get to see my grandma again and even my great grandmother. They'll take care of me! But I hope these women realize that I am still THE Diva. My brother Boog will keep my mom laughing and smiling. He'll take care of her breaking heart. Don't feel bad mommy, you only did what was best for me. I want you to cuddle with my blankie if it helps. I love you Mommy. Thank you for doing what's best for me and I'll see you again some day. Thank you for holding my paw, singing songs to me and telling me I was a good girl. Please don't be sad - you gave me a very good life.
Love, REM Elizabeth Glasgow, the diva

 

I'm very sick

May 23rd 2005 10:58 am
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Even though I am the diva of the world, I am not immune to getting old and sick. My mommy is so upset. I feel content. I have anemia and am hardly eating anything. I have a large mass under my abdomen. Mommy has to decide if I'm up to getting this removed or if it's terminal. She won't know until later today what's going to happen. I wish my mommy would stop being so sad. She gave me so much love my whole life. She sang me silly songs about my nick name (Farty Foo Foos). I know that she will miss me alot, but I've lived a full, happy and spoiled life. If it's my time to go I'm okay with that. I'll get to see my grandma and great grandma in heaven! I'll be the first heaven diva! Now stop crying, Mommmy, I'm going to a new home and it's going to be fine. Love, REM Elizabeth.

 

In Trouble

April 19th 2005 10:47 am
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Where did I ever get these parents? I keep begging to go outside (and I'm 99% indoor cat) and it's driving them nuts. Don't they realize who I am? I am the Diva of the world and they won't let me outside all the time? Who do they think they are? I did manage to escape past my mother when she opened the front door. I swaggered down the steps (ever since I got "fixed" I have this hanging skin that sways back and forth. How embarassing! I need a nip and tuck done!) and out to the field of green grass. I layed there and then rolled in the dirt. I am not a pig, mind you, but I just love the way the dirt trickles down into my fur. I'm a diva in dirt! Anyway, my mother couldn't get me to go in. I was stubborn and was staying in my favorite sun spot. I was not budging for anything! Well...that is until my Papa came outside and started scolding me that I was being naughty by sneaking out and refusing to go back inside the house. Once Papa started scolding, I high-tailed it to the house. Of course I had to be a diva and stop a couple of times first and lay back down. He didn't think that was funny. My mother did though. So I ran all the way to the front door and mother let me back inside.

Yesterday I was very bad (according to my parents). I ate some cat food that didn't agree with me and I thought the perfect place to barf it up would be on mother's pretty, spring colored, real cloth table cloth on the dining room table. Ooops...papa didn't think that was the perfect place. Boy was he mad at me. But it doesn't matter. I'm a diva. I can barf or poo where I want whenever I feel like it. REM

 
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