Nicknames: Freak-a-zoid, Willloooooow (said in a scary freaky voice like in the movie "Willow")
Birthday: April 1st 2000
Likes: The thing I love most in this world is my dad. I love sleeping under the covers with him, laying on his lap at all times, being right next to him... too bad he is allergic!
Pet-Peeves: My pet peeves are when my mom trieds to pick me up and hold me. As if! I only like to touch you when I feel like it, not when you feel like it. I'm also not fond of most everything else in this world. It's all out to get me! Ack! Run away! Hide!
Favorite Toy: I don't deign to play with toys. Instead I prefer any little piece of plastic that is dangerous for me to play with. The fake dangerous pieces of plastic from the pet store do not work with me. I want the plastic with sharp edges and wires poking out.
Favorite Nap Spot: I like to sleep on top of the wardrobe. Saleen is too fat to jump up there so I have it all to myself! I also like to sleep under the covers with my dad.
Favorite Food: Now that I'm eating raw food, I like all kinds of it! I'll eat just about any raw food-- well, if it's offered to me at least three times, because I've got to make sure it's not poison! Who are you calling a wierdo? Ack! Run! Hide!
Skills: My most special skill is that even though I always get fed in a different room than Saleen, I can never remember this and so always try to eat his food first. I'm also good at freaking out about everything. Did someone hiccup? Oh no! Run! Hide!
Arrival Story: I really tricked my mom but good. She and dad came to the shelter to get two cats, a boy and a girl. Well, mom decided on Saleen right away. That left a girl to get. I pretended I was a very loving and friendly cat in the shelter. I let mom hold me for a long time and acted very nicely and sanely the whole time. Boy did I fool her! I wasn't so sick when I was in the shelter. I started out a little above 9 lbs and am now at a pretty good weight. Forgot to mention that I was declawed when I came into the shelter. So someone must have owned me before but I'm just too stressed out to remember. When I was adopted, they tried to spay me... Little did they know that I had already been spayed, just no one had tattooed me so they opened me up for nothing! Story of my life... unnecessary surgery, they're all out to get me. Excuse me while I run away and hide now!
Bio: Biographical information? That means remembering more about myself? Oh no, they must be out to get me! Run away! Hide! ............. still there? Well, OK, I guess I can tell you a little more. Now that I have finally convinced the humans that acupuncture and the holistic vet aren't so bad (though they do treat me like a pincushion sometimes) I am a lot calmer and more affectionate. I don't always run away and hide anymore, and I act a lot less like a crazy-cat! I like my new calmer life!
Mrow likes the hu-mom only when she is tired or asleep. When she is fully alert, she pets me too fast and makes too much noise. When she is sick or in pain, she is much more sedate and pets me much more nicely. Recently Mrow've figured out that when she's sleeping she is also good for some nice slow petting. Last night Mrow saw just how far Mrow could get her to go.
Mrow was sleeping on the bed next to her, and mrow wasn't comfortable. It was too chilly, and I didn't have the neck support mrow needed. So mrow went over to mom, whom I like to sleep on, and tried to snuggle up. Only she wasn't on her back like I like her to be (Mrow likes to lay on mom's chest). So Mrow figured out that if mom would only move her arm out some more, and get mrow to stroke my head, I would be ever so comfy.
Luckily after about 10-15 minutes of bothering her, mom finally got in the right position and petted me how I liked. Mrow had a nice sleep, Mrow will have to do this again!
About a week and a half ago the humans forced me into my cat carrier, and Big Fat Stupid Cat Saleen into his-- I thought maybe it was them trying to kill me again, but we got in the car and drove to a new boarding facility called Feline Wishes and Caviar Dreams. I was totally prepared to hate this place, and at first expected them to try to kill me all the time like at our previous boarding facility (where they gave me food I was allergic to so all my hair fell out and then they didn't keep the food I could eat frozen so it went rancid, plus I got a few flea bites! I don't know how I got out of there alive!).
They put Fat Cat and I into a large room (3x6 feet on the floor and 8 ft tall) and I immediately went and hid in a small hidey hole in the corner. I was sure we were in for it, but Stupid Fat Cat was excited about exploring the new jungle gym. After our humans left, these other humans would come in and feed us, play with us and take care of us. I didn't trust them at first, I mean with my record of everyone and everything trying to kill me all the time I have to be cautious! But pretty soon I realized these were nice people, and that I actually liked our little room! My favorite part of the room was a high up alcove where I could sit and watch passing humans below without them knowing I was there. Hah! Try to attack me now, world!
And best of all, there were no problems with our food! It was kept nicely frozen and thawed before we were to eat it. And the people there seemed to be interested in how we ate and everything. After we had been there a while, I had just about decided that I would make this my new permanent home! After all I had a prefect hidden lookout spot, good food and attention, and no dog sister hogging up the humans time. But then the humans had to go and ruin it!
They arrived and I knew bad things were going to happen. Mom picked me up and I started meowing my displeasure as much as possible! So she put me back down and tried again in a few minutes and I fought fought fought to not have to go into my little box! If I had claws mom would have been seriously damaged I'm telling you (note, mom and dad didn't have my claws removed, it was a previous family that was trying to kill me!). I meowed morosely the entire time home-- I was meowing even more and sadder sounding than when they were taking me out to the boarding facility in the first place!
When I got home, the first thing I did was hide under the bed and make sure I was still alive. I had to check myself all over after the torture of being held and put into the carrier and taken away from the place I thought I wanted to stay! Luckily, though, I realized that there are some advantages to being at home-- like warm humans to lay on and laps to sit in all the time. So what if the humans are working on the computer? They should be petting me! Oh, but not too much petting!
Usually I get my privacy at dinner time, which is what I really enjoy. I have the bathroom all to myself and the humans make sure to shut the door so I'm not bothered. They never could figure out why so much of the bathroom (including the walls!) had to be cleaned after every meal, though...
Recently they've been feeding us cats chicken drumsticks and they also started leaving the bathroom door open which I was not quite sure about. I knew they'd catch on to my secret eating techinique which involves tossing the food across the room. The first time I did it when the humans were in the room with me they didn't know what to think! Then when I did it again they started laughing-- at me! How dare they! They also started saying something about videotape but I vowed not to let that happen. After all, what girl wants videos of them eating online (well, except my dog sister Sabrina!).
Anyway, a few nights ago mom was acting kind of funny across the room while I was eating. She was holding up a small black object the looked like a videocamera, but she wasn't looking through the viewfinder. She was also often looking the opposite direction of me and she was really far away, so I figured she couldn't be videotaping me. Little did I know she was secretly videotaping me! The nerve! And now I find out that she's posted that video here on catster! I'll never recover, I'll have to hide forever because now everyone really will be out to get me! Ack!