Tank (1992-2012)


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Home:Morristown, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 15 lbs.


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Nicknames:
Tankawanks, Tankers, Tanky

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Birthday:
April 20th 1992

Coloration:
Calico

Likes:
hunting

Pet-Peeves:
Her brother, Sarge or any other cat.

Favorite Toy:
Anything she can bat around on the floor

Favorite Nap Spot:
Changes from time to time. Currently it's the new couch.

Favorite Food:
Soft cat food.

Skills:
She is a very good hunter.

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
She was found in a tank with her three siblings at the armory next door. They were quickly brought to the animal hospital(which is next door to the armory). Two of the kittens died, but the ones that lived stayed with us. They were raised by Casey.

Bio:
When she was younger she used to be a very cranky, didn't like to be pet outside, cat(she let my mom pet her though). Now that she is older she is more okay with being pet by others. She does kneadies on blankets when she's happy. She likes to rub against Sassy.

Forums Motto:
Did I say you could pet me?

The Groups I'm In:
♥Artistic Creations♥, Calico & Tortie Darlings, I Knead You, Love 'em? Fix 'em., New Jersey Cats and Dogs, Olde Furts, Pawsome Pages

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Sarge and I are 16 today!

My Catster Crush:
Felix

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 14th 2005 More than 8 years!

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Catster Id:
206274

for 3149 days


Meet my family
Sassy(1996-200
7)
April
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Sarge(1992-200
8)
Sadie(In
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Loving Memory)
Kanga-RooWallaby(Wally)
2/19/06-7/14/0
7
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Tank's Diary..


Little Cats & Dogs

May 15th 2008 1:08 pm
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Sarge and I recently celebrated our 16th birthday. I think I look pretty good for my age, don't you?
I can't get any peace and quiet in this house. The stupid little cats and Sarge always try to corner me, and now this black miniature poodle is prancing around like she owns the place? (Not our new dog or anything, just babysitting for a friend.)
But as I have mom type this for me I am dozing on her lap. :) I always want to be on her lap now.

Meow,
Tank

 

Extracts from the Secret Diaries of Cats

July 14th 2006 4:42 pm
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This one is a bit different than the last.


DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from shredding on the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and cough it up on the carpeting.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair... must try this on their bed (again).

DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in
attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was ...Hmmm. Not working according to plan...

DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured.

But I can wait; it is only a matter of time....

 

Excerpts From The Cat's Daily Diary

December 7th 2005 6:39 pm
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Day 283 Of My Captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair; must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...

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