"Pay attention to meeeee!"
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Age: 6 Years Sex: Female Weight: 9 lbs.
"Pfft!!!!!"
"Thanks, Scooter, for the curly bows for my birfday!"
"See my blue, blue eyes?"
"This bowl is my new nap basket, right?"
"Blink!"
"Blink!"
"Hm. I much prefer life on the other side of the door."
"Are you something I can play with?"
"Yup, I'm baaaaaaad." [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book] |
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Leave a treat for Katrina
Nicknames:
Kat 3, Kat threeeeeeeeeeee
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
Crunchy ball on a string attached to a plastic stick. Move it! Yippee! I also enjoy something mom calls a "Scratch Attack." I also very much enjoy the counter.
Pet-Peeves:
When my toy isn't moving. When there are no open laps. When I'm not eating.
Favorite Toy:
That crunchy toy on a string. Oh, and I like those crunchy ball toys when they aren't attached to strings, too.
Favorite Nap Spot:
In the snuggle sack Scooter made me. Mom's or dad's lap or in my carrier on my blankey. I also sometimes fall asleep sitting up on top of the fish tank.
Favorite Food:
ANYTHING. Please just feed me. These people only fill the bowl twice a day! I'm dying! I need FOOOOD!
Skills:
I'll play fetch if you throw that crunchy ball. Getting people to fall in love with me. I'll also talk to you for hours and hours and hours.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
Well. My brothers and sisters were pretty rude. We were all just happy and living in this apartment complex, then I started getting sick, and they just stopped playing with me. I was left by myself and survived off food in the Dumpster. I kept seeing my future dad around, but I didn't think much of it. Then one day, I really wasn't feeling good, and I was trying to get some rest in the grass near the golf course, when dad came up and started petting me. It felt so good. He scooped me right up and brought me inside. I lived in a bathroom for about two months because I couldn't hang out with the other cats of the house until I was cured of all my outside diseases. But, I'm fine now! Except for a little bit of a sniffle here, and a sneeze there.
Bio:
I'm the life of the party and like to be the center of attention. I'll be friends with any human or cat. I'm even friends with my vet! I'm just happy to play, eat, eat, play, eat, sleep, eat and play. I greet everyone at the front door, giving them a nice Meezer hello! I also ask nicely that they scratch my back.
Oh, and I have a crooked tail. I don't know how I got it, but please don't stare. I'm rather sensitive about it. (FLASH!) Doh! I blinked again for the picture. I know it ...
Lives Remaining:
8 of 9
Forums Motto:
Play with meeeee. Not them. Meeeee.
Catster Local Spots I've Marked:
 Cat House Hotel, North County Humane Society
The Groups I'm In:
For The Meezers!, Frends of Skeezix (FOS), The Disney Group
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Poll: Who is the primary cat care giver in your home?
I've Been On Catster Since:
| May 18th 2005 |
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More than 4 years! |
I Was In The:
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
149557
 for 1610 days
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March 5th 2007 12:07 pm
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I'm not always eating food out of the sink. Here's what else I can do: Build stuff.
To check out my superb work, go to The Morning Scratch blog
February 28th 2007 4:49 pm
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** For pictures and more, go to
themorningscratch.blogspot.com**
Today, we'll talk doughnuts. All doughnuts are good. In fact, I am my favorite doughnut. This is what a very scientific study found out about me:
"You Are a Boston Creme Donut
You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you.
But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft.
You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily.
You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out."
I certainly do pout over food. To see just how true the scientific assessment is, you'll need to go to The Morning Scratch blog.
January 6th 2007 11:35 am
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I just ate sooooo much Thousand Island dressing. I mean, I wasn't suppose to... but I DID! It was sooooo yummy.
But my tummy hurts now.
And I somehow got a bunch on my neck. I can't *lick* *lick* seem *lick* to reach *lickity* it *lick*. Mom, help me! What? "You got yourself into dressing; get yourself out?!"
Phooey.
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