Nike


American Shorthair/Breed Unknown
Picture of Nike, a female American Shorthair/Breed Unknown

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Home:Los Angeles, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 7 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 8 lbs.

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Catster stats for Nike
Corralled:7 times  Friends:1  Views: 1629

Treats: (25)
Stars:
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Nicknames:
The Neekster, Neeky-Neek

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

Quick Bio:
-part feral-cat rescue

Likes:
Constant petting

Pet-Peeves:
Visitors, all other felines, being seen

Favorite Toy:
Rugs (in which to roll herself up)

Favorite Nap Spot:
Under the side flap of the couch

Favorite Food:
anything you feed her while giving her love

Skills:
Virtual invisibility, a loud meow that sounds like a telephone ring

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Nike lived under our lemon tree for many months before we could capture and domesticate her. We think she might have had some abusive human companions before she made a break for it and took up residence in our backyard. She is slowly adapting to life on the inside, and life with her rowdy siblings.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
She's a Maniac

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 4th 2005 More than 4 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
135356

Meet my family


Shelby
Leona

Jack Jr.
Lucy

Meet my feline friend


Simon
Snugglesworth

Gothic Tails


Cat tree?


April 14th 2005 10:31 am
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What cat tree?


The Move


April 5th 2005 10:30 am
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All I know is one trauma after another. Sigh. I was stuffed in a box. I hate boxes. I was let loose in a place with blinding white carpet. Why not black carpet? Why not a dark brown at least? Why can't it always be night? I tried to morph into a mouse and enter a small hole. Didn't work. I have now scoped out my territory. Under the dresser with the nice curvy overhang. And under a nice flap of thick material at the end of the couch. Sometimes...sometimes I let the minions who care for me pet me. I drool. I shake the drool onto them. I nibble their arm, hoping to draw blood. I am surprised to find I have a loud purr. I am surprised to find out that I like people-pets after all. Why oh why do we have to put up with these other cats? Why can't I just live in my very own tower? More later. I need to sacrifice something to Kaliacat.


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