Leave a treat for Armand Nicknames: Baby cat, mookie, Armandsito, Chupi-chupi, Juancho, Papoosh Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-pound cat
-cat rescue
Birthday: October 31st 2001 Coloration: Gray and White Likes: I love to play hide and seek, and try to groom my new roomie, Harley, but he won't let me!!! I also like to jump into bed with my humans to get a 'goodnight' headrub. Pet-Peeves: I hate closed doors, don't like having my belly touched OR being carried, and lets not talk about the vet... Favorite Toy: Harley, my feline roomie, the morning doves (I can only look at them though) Favorite Nap Spot: On top of the file cabinet of my human's home office. Favorite Food: Fancy Feast's Tuna Skills: I love to open doors (had to learn), and sneaking into closets and finding a hiding spot. Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: Pestered my boyfriend (strictly a canine lover at the time) about getting a cat, especially after being diagnosed with borderline hypertension. Finally agreeed, went in for a black young cat and got picked by Armand instead! Needless to say, boyfriend is a cat convert. Bio: Armand (formerly Marshmallow) was found in an apartment complex. An acquaintance of the animal services officer called her one night saying there was a 'vicious attack cat' on the grounds. The officer ran out on a family dinner with only a towel to fend off this dangerous feline. When she arrived the vicious attack cat walked up to lick her hand and rubbed against her. Lives Remaining: 9 of 9 Forums Motto: Warrior Cat (dignified and strategic) The Groups I'm In: =^..^= Southern Kitties =^..^= all others are welcome too!!!, Feliway® Felines, SIN CITY CATZ I've Been On Catster Since:
Well, this is month 2 in Las Vegas, I'm loving it! My mommy drove 2500 miles with me and Harley, and my feathered brothers, Coco & Gris Gris in the back of the SUV for 4 days. I didn't like being in the kennel much, but every night she would bring into her hotel with her. I didn't know what was going on. Harley didn't care, as long as he was out of the cage. You'd think he'd never left home the way he was prancing around the hotel rooms! Me? I just found a quiet corner and waited til morning when I new we'd be going back to the kennel. But AAaaah, it was worth the wait. We live in a HUGE house now, and we have all this room to run and play. Life is good, my humans are great, and I even like Harley a little more now.
He's my 'little love no. 1' because he makes me smile when I feel like crying and he reminds me that I made a difference in a life. He's the first feline family member I've gotten as a 'real' adult and he owns my heart. We play hide and seek and we cuddle in bed. He's one of the reasons I get out of bed in the morning.
Ugh! Thanksgiving my bootie!!! Here I was, THE-E supreme alpha being in my abode, and what do these pesky humans do? Two days before Thanksgiving they bring an invader!!! Oh they tried to name him Lestat to my Armand, in an effort to make us friends, but Lestat was one of a kind. So instead they re-christened him Harley, in honor of their new motorcycle. Ha! I tried to resist this little feline, but he's quite friendly. Maybe I'll let him curl up at my throne... And my humans? Well I guess I can't stay mad at them forever. They were trying to get me a playmate after all... and they're quite fun to play with....
