Nicknames: Ms. Lucy Furr, Lovely Lucy Pee Headed Girl, Luciana Pavoratti, Long Tall Lucy, LuCeeCee, Miss Lucedes Benz
Birthday: May 16th 2004
Coloration: Black and White
Likes: Bossing the other cats, playing, eating
Pet-Peeves: Any cat who questions her authority
Favorite Toy: Anything that can be tossed about
Favorite Nap Spot: The arm of the couch
Favorite Food: Lucy is raw fed a mixture of ground chicken and rabbit. She also loves fozen pinky mice.
Skills: Knows how to operate all household appliances. Can operate sliding screen door to let out all of the cats...DOH!!! Styles hair. Avid reader. Aspiring model.
Arrival Story: I flunked fostering with this beautiful girl. She was only supposed to be at my house for a few days but when a few days turned into a couple of months, I fell in love with her. I didn’t realize it, though, until I got an email that an applicant had been approved to adopt her. When I nearly started crying at my desk at work, I knew that Lucy had to stay with me. She is my only female and she rules the roost! As with any girl, Lucy comes with her challenges and likes to let me know when she’s unhappy about something by peeing on my day bed. It is now covered with a shower curtain liner, but I don’t think that makes a real difference to Lucy.
Bio: Lucy is very territorial. After me, she is basically the boss of the house, or at least that's the way she sees it. She growls like a mountain lion any time a new cat comes into the house. Once she gets past this, though, she is a WONDERFUL foster sister/mother and takes great care of any younger cats that I foster. Lucy likes to be in charge of everything!
Many of you probably remember this bit by George Carlin. I'm going to quote him, except change the words to fit my diary entry:
I love words. I thank you for reading my words.
I want to tell you something about words that I think is important.
Words are all we have, really.
We have thoughts but thoughts are fluid.
Then we assign a word to a thought and we're stuck with that word for
that thought, so be careful with words.
I like to think that the same words that hurt can heal, it is a matter of how you pick them.
There are some people that are not into all the words.
There are some that would have you not use certain words.
There are 400,000 words in the English language and there are 6
of them you can't say on Catster.
What a ratio that is. 399,994 to 6.
They must really be bad.
They'd have to be outrageous to be seperated from a group that large. All of you over here,you 6, Bad Words.
That's what they told us they were, remember?
"That's a bad word!" No bad words, bad thoughts, bad intentions,
You know the 6 don't you, that you can't say on Catster?
Fire, Verify, Help, Support, Money and Order.
Those are the heavy six. Those are the ones that'll infect your soul,
curve your spine, and keep the country from winning the war.
"Fire, Verify, Help, Support, Money and Order"
Wow! ...and Help doesn't even belong on the list.
That is such a friendly sounding word.
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write about themselves (the seven random facts) as well as the rules in their diary. You need to select seven cats to tag and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment (via p-mail) telling them that they've been tagged and that they need to read your diary for more information. My family is going to play by altered rules and we are not going to tag other kitties. Mom was on vacation for a week and came home to a mail box full of 'tags'
MY SEVEN FACTS
1. I LOVE having my picture taken.
2. I have the best boyfriend in the whole world. Blade.
3. I have been known to pee on things to exert my dominance.
4. After my mom, I am the boss of my house.
5. I can open the sliding screen door. I've done this before and let all of my siblings outside.
6. I know how to operate all of the appliances in my house.
7. I am my mom's favorite. (she didn't tell me this, I'm just assuming)
Since my family is raw fed and mom has been reading about this lady whose cats have gone bonkers over pinkys (baby mice), she thought that maybe we should try some. We were going to order some on line, but they came in bags of 100 and the shipping was out of this world!! So she discovered that PetsMart carries frozen mice (at about a million times higher than on line), so she stopped on the way home and got us a six pack of fuzzies. Of the five of us, only Busbee and I showed much interest in them. Busbee ate 1 1/2, Colby tossed his around a little, playing with it, Jack just sniffed his and licked it a few times, Buster, my old geezer brother, immediately recognized that it smelled similar to a chipmunk (which he's pretty sure he'd like to eat), but didn't want to have anything to do with it. At first, I wasn't real sure what to do with it! I tossed mine around for a while and then it came to me. This thing is for EATING!!! So I ate mine. Then I ate Colby's. Then I ate the 1/2 that Busbee didn't eat. Jack kept acting like he wanted one, sniffing the dishes they had been in, so mom gave him one and quickly discovered he wasn't really interested, just acting like he'd missed out on something. So I ate that one too...MOL!!! Then mom decided she wanted to take a little video of me, so she gave me the last one. She's still a little sick to her stomach over the whole ordeal (weakling!!!) and she said she's secretly (or not so secretly!) relieved that I'm the only one who really likes them. Sounds to me like that's her way of getting out of buying them for me, which I think REALLY SUCKS!! You hear me mom, that SUCKS!!!!!