Domestic Medium Hair/Domestic Medium Hair
Picture of Rachel, a female Domestic Medium Hair/Domestic Medium Hair

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Home:Jackson, MI  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 16 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 12 lbs.

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Love Bunny

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

May 16th 2001


Her Daddy, carrying her balls around while talking, meal time, attention. If she wants to be held, and you don't have time, she lets her body drop and she becomes dead weight. It's her way always. Does stubborn ring a bell.

hearing the vacuum; when Phoebe attacks her; being ignored

Favorite Toy:
fuzzy balls, peacock feather, "cat dancer", laser light, Pawbreakers

Favorite Nap Spot:
chair by the sliding door, anywhere her Daddy is, any open window, plant table in front window

Favorite Food:
Ice water, Wellness, Merricks, Natural Balance dry kibble, fresh baked salmon

Turning on lights; Jumping in the window (she was 3 before she let us know she could do it herself. She always cried, and we had to lift her up; Waking us up at night talking to her balls which she carries in her mouth.


Arrival Story:
After Kassie went to the Rainbow Bridge, our vet had me go to a client's farm where they had two litters of kittens ready to be adopted. When I saw Rachel, it was love at first sight. She was the most beautiful calico I had ever seen.

Rachel is a Daddy's girl. I announce in the evening, "Daddy's Home," and she runs to the door and will quiver with excitement. She talks and kneads when she sees him. Rachel is a beautiful, sweet girl; however when we went on a long road trip this past summer, their Aunt Joanie came several times a day to feed and play with them. One day, Rachel cornered her in the laundry room hissing, growling, and really meaning business. After we got home, she would greet her like she was her best friend.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Hand-painted by God

The Groups I'm In:
♥ Angel Circle of Love for Simba ♥, ♥Artistic Creations♥, * MICHIGAN KITTYS & DOGGYS*, CATS ON THEIR BACKS!, Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters, Administrators of Catster & Dogster Groups, Beautiful cat eyes, Bubbie and Phoebe's Wedding, Calico Cuties, Calico Owners & Lovers~, Catster Marketplace, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, FOSTER FAMILIES FOREVER, Muppet's Bucket (HQ-approved fundraiser), Navin and Buds, Pawsome Pages, Rowdy Naughty Bawdy Cats and Dogs, The Hazel Lucy Appreciation Society, The Wedding of Calli and Wishey !, The Wedding of Tiffy and Bear Dog - October 10, ^^^^Cool

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Blue ribbon rosette "best in show"

My True Love:

Kiowa tells what my name means.:
RACHEL - Cats named Rachel are beautiful calicos, loveable, and have a tendency to be drama queens. They love deeply and are prone to be just very jealous of what they consider to be theirs (whether it is their home, dad, or McDreamy). They usually fall for older debonair handsome toms (who also have a tendency to be Drama Kings). They usually go for toms with a handicap so the tom cannot run very fast, much easier to catch them this way *giggle* Just kidding about that last part.

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I've Been On Catster Since:
October 13th 2005 More than 11 years!

I Was In The:
Catster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

2006 Valentine's Day Party!
See me in Catster's 2005 Holiday Picture Party!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

Meet my family
PhoebeKassie of the
Rainbow Bridge
Spencer -
Adoptable -

Meet my Feline Friends
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My Good Life

I'll never understand my pawrents.

July 10th 2008 12:45 pm
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The past few weeks have been terrible. There have strangers coming in and out of the house. There's been noises and smells that I'm not familiar with. Mom says it's called re-decorating, but I call it trouble.

It finally came to a head when they pulled up my beloved carpet and put down new stuff. I had the old all filled with my scent and lots of my fur. The carpet layers had only been gone minutes when I set to work making this new stuff mine. I puked on it and sat there proudly showing mom that it may be new, but I'm still in control.


Rules for Playing Tag.

May 22nd 2007 12:55 pm
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I have been tagged by Miss Tiger Wood's little brother, Tank.! The rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on 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.

My seven random facts:

1) I'm Daddy's favorite. He calls me his Love Bug.

2) Kiowa, My McDreamy is my kitty love.

3) I will hold a pose to have my picture taken.

4) Queenie is my oldest Catster friend.

5) I have the ability to turn lights on.

6) The new bed that Kiowa gave me for my birthday is my favorite thing.

7) I am able to multi-task by carrying something in my mouth and talk at the same time.

Okay! Here are my friends that I'm tagging! (I won't tag anyone that Tank has tagged already, even though they're my friends.)

Klemy Q-Tip
Schyler Colfax
Sgt. Pepper


Day 683 of my captivity:

December 26th 2006 1:57 pm
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My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates are fed hash or
some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations
perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my
strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an
attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.I
had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending
comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed
in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear
the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to
the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to
my advantage.

Today, I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The
dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released --and seems to be
more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded! The bird has got to
be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am
certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective
custody for him in an elevated cell, so he
is safe.......for now....

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