American Shorthair/Breed Unknown
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Age: 22 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 12 lbs.

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Checkinstein, Miss Hiss, Grouch, Old Lady, Evil, Chunky Butt, Chunk style, Steinmart

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-extra toe(s)

October 3rd 1994

Gray Tabby

sleeping, and being mean to every other cat she comes in contact with

All other cats, dogs, people, anything. And an empty food dish!

Favorite Toy:
She looks down on cats who play

Favorite Nap Spot:
Anywhere that no one will mess with her

Favorite Food:
science diet

Being Evil


Arrival Story:
Adopted her from a family who was getting rid of all their cats because they were moving. Got her when she was three months. Now she is a mean grouchy ten year old. But we still love her!

Lives Remaining:
3 of 9

Forums Motto:
I hate you.....I hate you a lot

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 4th 2005 More than 11 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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September 23rd 2005 9:30 am
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Mommy bought us all a new toy mouse. Casper got a white one, Germie got a black one, and me and Bob got a gray one. I refused to play with mine. I am above that sort of thing. all of you cats reading this right now are lucky I even deem you worthy enough of my time to write a diary for you. The nerve of all those other stupid cats I live with jumping and leaping and playing with those toys. Can't they see they are in the company of a mature and sophisticated woman? Children! Can't live with em, .........that's it. Can't live with em. Well, that's it for now. I'm off to slap the other cats around a little bit, and then it's naptime!


No one understands me!

September 8th 2005 11:48 am
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These humans and these younger cats just don't get it. I don't want to play, I don't want to be touched, and I sure as heck don't want to get picked up and lugged around! I'm a grouchy old lady, and I just want to be left alone, to be mean and look down on the world around me! I mean, yeah, I smack all the other cats on top of the head with my big six toed catcher's mitt foot, but they deserve it! How dare them disturb the lady of the house! I was the first one there, after all! Don't I get some seniority and respect?

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