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Coloration: Calico
Likes: Eating, sleeping. Cream from an aerosol can. Milk left from breakfast cereal.
Pet-Peeves: Being petted when she doesn't want to be. The vacuum cleaner. Being frontlined. Having meds.
Favorite Toy: A small piece of plastic water pipe, catnip mice.
Favorite Nap Spot: Anywhere as long as it's warm preferably on top of another cat.
Favorite Food: Any thing she can get in her mouth and can I have what everyone else has got please? If it's in a different dish it must be better than mine even if it is out of the same tin.
Skills: Whinging and talking to herself, Mouse will walk around the house and garden meeping to herself, I say meeping cos she doesn't meow, she goes meep instead.
Dwells:
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: Mouse was left outside a local rescue center in the middle of January, she was only about six weeks old and she had severe dysentery, my daughter was a volunteer at the center, when she left work that day she took Mouse with her and took her straight to her vet who said she was very ill and very depressed, she had an injection and daughter brought her home here and asked if I would look after her, she was such a tiny thing, of course I said yes, she had to go back to the vets again the next day for another injection, she was fed on fresh cooked chicken for weeks and she soon got over her depression and became a normal lively kitten, the vet said that had she not been found and taken to the vet when she was, she would not have lasted more than a couple of days more. She must have had very slight brain damage because when she was very tiny she could not control her legs properly and now she walks with both her left legs forward together, then both her right legs, it can be quite hypnotic to watch her. she is a little darling.
Although it states that Mouse lives indoors & outside, she like all the others in the family are kept safely inside at night, I make sure to get them in before it gets dark.
Bio: Mouse has a forty-five degree kink in her tail which makes it look like the end is missing, this kink was there when I took her in, given her history, was this an accident? Mouse is quite clumsy, for a cat, she has attempted to jump across the garden pond and fallen in on several occasions, all the others can do it without getting wet paws, not Mouse, She can not jump very high either, If she wants to get up onto the kitchen counters she has to go into the dining room, onto the coffee table then the buffet and in through the hatch. Mouse will never be a big cat, I don't think that Mouse is ever going to grow up, I think that she will be forever a kitten. Mouse's Catster love is the cuddly KAPONO
My Catster bestest friends are BOBBIE, BRUCE (The Boss), BUCKEYE, SCRAPPY
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: One of a kind that's me!!
I have been tagged by
Smudge, Athena, Elizabeth Ann, Gimli, Oscar, Sirius, Samoa, Twitch and Cloud.
Here are the rules.
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write in their own diary about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your diary.
Seven facts about me.
1)::I don't walk normally. I walk with both my right legs forward together, then both my back legs. This makes me sway when I walk. Mum says that it's very enduring.
2)::I have slight brain damage hence the odd way I walk.
3)::I very nearly died when I was a tiny kitten, only the swift action of my human Auntie saved me.
4)::I cannot jump very high like normal cats, the bed and the chairs are as high as I can jump. Unless someone startles me, then I jump straight up into the air for about four feet.
5)::I don't meow, I meep and squeak.
6)::I have to be involved with everything that is going on home here.
7)::Every day my mum thanks the nasty person that dumped me because although it almost killed me, if I hadn't been dumped mum would never have had me, she loves me very much and wouldn't part with me for anything.
I have tagged.
Bobbie.
Spikey.
Nigel.
Tess.
Hannah.
Samoa.
A zurine Ambrosia (Bluie)
I will not slurp fish food from the surface of the aquarium.
I will not eat large numbers of assorted bugs, then come home and throw
them up so the humans can see that I'm getting plenty of roughage.
I will not lean way over to drink out of the tub, fall in, and then pelt
right for the box of clumping cat litter.
(It took FOREVER to get the stuff out of my fur.)
I will not use the bathtub to store live mice for late-night snacks.
We will not play "Herd of Thundering Wildebeests Stampeding Across the
Plains of the Serengeti"
over any humans' bed while they're trying to sleep.
I cannot leap through closed windows to catch birds outside. If I forget
this and bonk my head on the window and fall behind the couch in my
attempt, I will not get up and do the same thing again.
I will not assume the patio door is open when I race outside to chase
leaves.
I will not stick my paw into any container to see if there is something
in it. If I do, I will not hiss and scratch when my human has to shave
me to get the rubber cement out of my fur.
If I bite the cactus, it will bite back.
When it rains, it will be raining on all sides of the house.
It is not necessary to check every door.
I will not play "dead cat on the stairs" while people are trying to
bring in groceries or laundry, or else one of these days, it will really
come true.
When the humans play darts, I will not leap into the air and attempt to
catch them.
I will not swat my human's head repeatedly when they are on the family
room floor trying to do sit ups.
When my human is typing at the computer, their forearms are *not* a
hammock.
Computer and TV screens do not exist to backlight my lovely tail... or
face.
I will not puff my entire body to twice its size for no reason after my
human has watched a horror movie.
I will not stand on the bathroom counter, stare down the hall, and growl
at NOTHING after my human has watched the X-Files.
I will not drag dirty socks onto the bed at night and then yell at the
top of my lungs so that my humans can admire my "kill."
I will not perch on my human's chest in the middle of the night and
stare until they wake up.
I will not walk on the key board when my human is writing important
adagfsg gdjag ;ln.
Moms been painting in the bathroom, she's been painting the doors and walls and I have tried to help as much as I could by climbing up the step ladder thingy (when she was standing on it of course) and putting my nose in the paint tin (didn't like the smell), then I got a bit too close to the brush, I didn't like having the paint washed off my face one little bit, but I have to do my job, I have to supervise whatever is going on. Heeheehee!!
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