Age: 19 Years Sex: Female Weight: 6 lbs.
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October 4th 1993
Tortoiseshell and white
Being fed more than six times a day
I don't really care enough anymore to have a pet peeve
I don't play anymore
Favorite Nap Spot:
On the back of the couch
Canned cat food (preferably tuna)
Excellent huntress, though now retired
The Schafer family moved onto a farm in Nebraska a while ago. The farm's previous owners left most of their cats there, including me. They (the previous owners, that is) named me Dick because when I was born because they thought I was a boy. My mate, an orange and white tom cat, visited the Schafers' property whenever I came into heat--he was very punctual, but of course he never stayed to help with the kittens. When the Schafers moved to the farm, I had four kittens who were almost grown up: a black male with a white chin named Panther, a Maine Coon looking male named Danny, an orange tabby female named Ginger, and an orange tabby female with white paws named Ginny. A while later, I had yet another litter of kittens: Three orange and white ones (Andrew, Ariel, and Snowflake) and an orange tabby female (Jasmine).
One particularly cold winter, Raette opened the door to let the cats in, and I was there waiting. I'd never willingly come into the house before, but I did then. I used the litterbox, declared that Raette and Jerry's room was my personal room, and am now a housecat. When I still lived in the barn, I once allowed Raette and Jerry to glimpse my spectacular hunting skills: A sparrow was flying in the air above me, so I jumped off the floor to latch onto a wooden beam and launch myself into the air to nab the sparrow. My hunting days are now over, although I'm certainly still in my prime; I've just decided that I'm old enough to retire. I've adopted the other cats, so whenever they come up to me, I'll lick their heads as if they were my own. The dog, although bigger than me, is still young and foolish, and I've adopted her as well. I'll often have to punish her with a pawful of claws in her muzzle, but I always end up taking pity on her and licking her nose. I'm a little cat, but I command much respect from the others. I'm deaf now.
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|April 16th 2005
||More than 8 years!
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December 18th 2012 12:55 pm
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Well, I'm nineteen years old now. I'm deaf. I have bad teeth. And I'm spoiled rotten! I stay in the living room now, only venturing into the kitchen for my own personal bowls of canned food and dry food and use of the litterbox. I've been squawking a lot lately, though--I don't meow, mind you, because I can't hear myself. My owners are wondering if perhaps I'm in pain. Their daughter, who is staying at home now between undergrad graduation and vet school, is paying for us pets instead of paying rent. She'll be taking Patty to the vet tomorrow for a checkup and is thinking about scheduling an appointment for me. In the meantime, I sleep and eat. And squawk at seemingly random times.
November 18th 2006 8:07 pm
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Thanks for the rosette, Tippy!
November 14th 2006 2:53 pm
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I'd like to thank Ally and Polly for the beautiful rosettes they gave me. *purr*
A little while ago, Katie boughts all of us cats collars. I got a hot pink collar--it was meant for Beijing, but it was too small for the fatso's neck. So I got it instead. *purr*
Recently, Katie's mom decided to wash all of our collars. That was fine with me. And when she was putting the collars back on us, she realized there's a LONG loose end from my collar 'cause my neck is so tiny. So she cut the loose end off.
Only she cut TOO MUCH off. So now I'm the only cat that doesn't have a collar. And my next one's not going to be pink, because pink just doesn't go with my fur. Only the best for me!
And Beijing is fat. I've been chasing her out of my room a lot lately. Because she's fat. And she's laying on my bed and cuddling with my human, and that's just not allowable. *hiss*
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