Nicknames: Coon Girl, Lisa Lisa, Hissy, Kissy, Big Paws
Gotcha Date: January 9th 2005
Birthday: November 1st 2003
Coloration: Brown Tabby
Likes: Eating, sleeping, playing, looking out the window, having her hair combed
Pet-Peeves: Not getting her food fast enough, other cats, dogs, having her nails cut
Favorite Toy: Toy mouse, feather toy, turbo scratcher, jingle bell, catnip, scratching post, bugs
Favorite Nap Spot: Anywhere in the house
Favorite Food: Natural Balance and Avoderm reduced calorie food in cans
Skills: Sleeping in a twisted position, sitting up, announcing her arrival to join me by grunting
Arrival Story: I visited the cat shelter I once volunteered at the week before Christmas 2004. There was a cat who watched everything I did when I walked by her. She wanted attention, which I gave her. I went back to the shelter on January 9, 2005. When I walked in, she went to the front of the room to listen to whatever I had to say. She knew--and I knew--she was coming home with me! I kept the name she had before and during life at the shelter. She was most likely born sometime in 2003.
Bio: Lisa made herself at home quickly. When she first met one of my friends who has a cat, she hissed at her after she smelled her cat on her. She is getting used to the smell of other cats; she still doesn't like it, but tolerates it. Lisa now likes the friend she hissed at earlier, even if she's still not crazy about the cat smell on her. I'm so happy I gave Lisa a home away from streets and shelters!
Eight years ago this morning, I went to my forever home with my mom.
I cried in the car because I hate to travel. When I got out of my travel cage, I went into a house and smelled food. It was for me! I ran to the food dish, ate what was in it and knew I ended up in a place I wanted to stay.
Before mom took me for my checkup last year, she took a paper towel that had Feliway on it and rubbed the inside of my cage with it. I didn’t cry on my way to the vet and the cage smelled good. From now on, mom will always make my cage smell good before she takes me to the vet.
I don’t gag much anymore, but I only lost ½ a pound; the vet wanted to see one to two pounds less of me. Mom promised to play with me more and she has done so. I have always loved my feather on a stick and that’s what we usually play with on the floor. Take a look at the video mom took of me at play!
Mom put catnip on my living room scratch pad and I rolled on it.
She also gave a donation to the place I came from to help the kitties who are there.
Mom told me that she’s happy to have me and wants me for many more years.
Mom went into a closet and took out something she uses for storage. She took the bags out, put a towel in it and put it on the floor. I had to sniff it and get in. I liked it and mom was happy I did! She said she gave it to me because I shred the boxes she gives me.
After I told mom how much I like my new kitty bed, she put a toy in it for me. Mom and I play with the ball and I get exercise.