Maine Coon
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Age: 17 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 15 lbs.

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Bad Fat, Fat-fat, Fatty

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Brown Tabby

food and treats, Whisker Lickins

Her sister Smitty's mere presence, declawed cats, being picked up, being teased with milk

Favorite Toy:
string, toy mouses with real fur

Favorite Nap Spot:
on the pillow above my mom's head

Favorite Food:

mouse questioning and destroying the evidence of this, singing, sits for treats sometimes, gets on the couch when coaxed


Arrival Story:
I was walking around the streets of the home town of my mom when she was off school for the seasonal holiday. She was standing with some aquaintances talking to them when this guy came along and I ran right to her. I knew she would do anything in her power to keep me because she was just ending a realy long relationship. I slept on her chest all afternon and as soon as I won her mom over I started to dig in and sometimes pee in the large potted plants.

I continued to live at my mom's parents house while she rented a room at a farm. For awhile I lived there with her but was unable to stay because the smell of the cat's urine that lived there before was all over her room and confused me a lot. I got a blatter infaction from it and had to go live far away, but she came and visited me a lot. I stayed there while she was away at a trade school and for awhile when she moved to her inlaws. Now I live with my moms in their apartment with my little sister, whom I am jealous of, and my litle brother who has provided me with a great deal more entertainment and exercise.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
November 30th 2005 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

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SmittyOctoberRest In Peace

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There's a Contest on Catster!

February 23rd 2014 2:43 pm
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There's a contest to win cat treats. I love cat treats! Go look it up in section where all the cool articles are and find it. They're giving away a cat food bowl and 2 bags of treats, but be sure to leave a comment saying how you spoil your furry baby and which bowl and treats you'd like to get if you win!

Good Luck!


Oh, BadCat, we get fame and fortune!

August 24th 2013 6:33 am
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I write with and for BadCat most of the time because the opposable thumbs make it easier. Thank you all for choosing BadCat for Diary of the day!!!

I have to say, she is doing "as well as could be expected". I am doing my internship at a veterinary hospital and after lengthy talks with the Drs, they understand my own medical knowledge and trust things that I say, which can be hard to convey in the time frame of even an HOUR long appointment with our "regular vet". She also doesn't have a lot of experience dealing with nasopharyngeal polyps, and somehow we got lucky enough that this vet in particular is "really good at finding them and getting them out", according to the practice owner- veterinarian of 25+ years... maybe SHE just doesn't want to do it. Anyway, she is going in to the sweet Dr Evans and Platt in about 5 days, on Wednesday and we're going to fish around in her throat and in her ears and see if we can't find a polyp.

We're also going to request lab reports from the other vet, because they didn't seem to want to tell me whether the lump grew back or whether they just were not able to get it all.


My love letter to BadCat was featured on Catster a few- months ago:

August 22nd 2013 5:25 pm
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Dear BadCat,

I guess the first thing I should write is that I know you're not "bad", not really. You're food obsessed, you're chatty, you have very specific things that annoy you to the point of complete intolerance, but in all of those ways, you're actually a lot like me, and I'm not "bad". I know you're not bad. Your name was supposed to be ChinaCatSunflower. I don't know if that name suits you, or if I had named you that if your worldview might have been different. But you pissed in my mom's potted plants day in and day out when I was just 17 and had no idea how to actually train you. You remember the time- the time in the kitchen I saw you squatting, the sweet satisfaction on your face because you'd finally found a place to relieve yourself, and I yelled at you for probably the tenth time "BAD CAT!" Your tiny fuzzy face looked up at me and I thought to myself "Oh dear, she thinks that's her name." So it stuck. Odd how these things happen. I think you're actually the best cat I've ever owned. So very in tune with me.

I remember when I was away from home for a year at school and when I called my family I would ask them very specifically, "Where is BadCat?" "When is the last time anyone saw her?" because my family are not responsible pet owners and they would let you outside. And your favorite place to be? The awesomely warm road surface, of course! Oh how I'd scold you when I saw you relaxing there!

Do you remember that time when I was taking photography and I did a little black and white photo session of you? That was because I knew that your life and love, so precious, is a fleeting thing in the span of mine, and though I wish I could keep you with me forever, you're 14 now, and getting sick and I can't even bring myself to look at those photos because you're still here with me. I only have one photo of when you as a kitten, you were about 3 or 4 months old, and it's not even that good because the picture itself fits on my thumb. How I wish I had more of them from when you were just a little ball of fluff. You were just so cute, completely irresistible.

Do you remember when we found each other? It was so perfect. You had no idea what my life was like before you came into it. The first love of my life gave me the first heartbreak of my life, and I skipped school. I skipped school a lot that year, but this was the best day, because I came home with a kitten. It was roughly mid-December and I was talking with two other students who were also skipping school. A light snow was falling and we were watching a cargo train pass by. A man came down the concrete steps of the overpass and you, a small as you were, must have jumped the steps one by one, looking for someone to bring you in from the cold, looking for someone to pick you up, hold you, love you, and feed you.
The man, an older black gentleman in a long coat spoke, "Does this kitten belong to one of you?" and just as he did, you noticed there were people standing nearby. If the man hadn't picked you up, surely one of us would. Though there were three people standing there, you must have known then, with your inborn cat-wisdom, that I was, and still am, one of those suckers. You bee-lined right for my feet. I don't remember what I said; likely something along the lines of "Oh my god how cute are you!" or if you were cold or skinny, I just remember how darn fluffy and cute you were, that you were likely more fur than flesh, and that my parents might not let me keep you. But I tucked you into my jacket, where you were rather content, and brought you home. I worried you might wiggle or try to get away from me, but you didn't. You purred a lot, the deal, sealed, at least for the two of us.

So in we went, just a few blocks down the road, to my home, to my room. I didn't even have food to feed you, or a litter box, but you didn't seem to care much. We fretted some over what to do, but you fell asleep on my chest and I was cat-paralyzed, so I quickly went to sleep too. Then my father came into my room and I begged and pleaded with him. Oddly enough, he was a pushover, probably because you were cute, fuzzy and sleeping. We decided that mother should see the cuteness for herself so that she would say yes as well. I had a steady job at the time, and maybe, despite being bad, uninvolved parents, they knew I needed you, that you would mend my broken heart.

And you did, many times over. When my mother died and I cried alone in the apartment, the loud wails of grief, you came to me, to make sure I was okay. Even now, when I am laughing, you always have to check to see if it's crying because to a cat, they must sound sort of similar. And now that you're starting to go deaf you don't hear my crying, and when I cry over the thoughts of losing you, I try to shield you from hearing it, as you're usually sleeping, and I don't want to disturb you. You look so comfortable just sleeping.

Do you remember when my wife came to spend the night for the first time, you brought us a mouse. In the 3 or 4 years we had been together, you never brought me a mouse! You caught it, brought it up into the attic and with it dangling in your mouth, yowled loudly until we awoke, turned on the light and then of course, you let it loose. We laughed and went back to sleep. And then you did it again! That was the best thing- you caught it a second time. I came and pried it out of your grasp and let it go outside. He was unharmed. Since then you've been an indoor cat and no longer do we live in places where mice also dwell, which sometimes I think is a shame. I want you to know that when you get a perfect day I have considered getting a mouse for you from the pet store and putting it in the bathtub for you to play with and then eat. I want to so badly because I love you so much, but I think it's unfair to the mouse, I really do. So I want you to know that I love you so, that it did cross my mind.

Do you remember when you were very small and my brothers tried to microwave you? That really freaked me out but I don't think you knew what was happening.
Do you remember when my friends at the SPCA microchipped you for me? I was so happy. You were not as thrilled.
Do you remember when my mom was sick and you tripped her? You didn't really trip her, I know that, but she seemed almost convinced that you meant to. I'm sure somewhere deep down she knows you didn't mean to lay in the middle of the walk way in the dark, but boy did she make a thud when she fell. And you helped me be more compassionate because of that, because despite the sort of mother she was, she was my mother, and everyone only gets one, so I helped her up and made sure she was okay.
Do you remember the first time I took you to the nursing home? I don't remember that, but man, we went there so many times after that too. It was nice. I know you meant a lot to a lot of different people. It's kind of nice to think that when the time comes you'll see a lot of familiar faces that will keep you company until I meet you at that legendary Rainbow Bridge.
And I hope you make it long enough to go to some nice 5Ks with me this year. The first one I ever went to last year, I took you because I thought I would be bored. You in that cute pet stroller that you love, if the weather's nice. We walked the 1 mile walk and it was nice. I got to show you off and tell everyone how old you are and how you love to go in the stroller and how I taught you how to sit even at the age of 13! Now I want to take you to every track that allows for a stroller.

It is with a heavy heart that I write this letter to you. Last night I said to my wife "I'm going to go get BadCat, because now she's on borrowed time, I really just want to soak up this time with her." My wife replied with "But aren't they all?" My wife and her darn existentialism. Yes BadCat, we are all dying, but I am now pretty sure that you will be the first of us and the 4 cats. And I have no plans to get another, since 4 was already 1 too many. But you were my first cat. I paid for your spa, your ear mites and the resulting painful and ugly yet adorable hematoma, and when you got a bladder infection from the stress of attempting to move with me the first time. Now you're less expensive, but only because the Dr doesn't know what else to do with you. The ectopic thyroid growth is too covered in blood vessels and nerves, and is very close to the jugular. We all want to keep you comfortable, and I won't watch you suffer. We may go to a specialist, in time, but there really is no cure for old age.

I'm sorry your brother picks on you. I'm sorry I don't know how to make you better. I just want you to be with me forever, but I know that's not a reality. We've been through so much, and I know you might not understand, but I have to follow the advice I have given many pet owners, as a shelter worker and as a vet tech: I have to watch you closely and determine when your good days are outnumbered by bad, but it's hard because I've never had to do this before. Until that day, I will do what I can for you- pick you up and put you on the bed, take you with me when and where I can, treasure this time with you, do homework with you on my lap, but I have piles and piles of homework and house chores and soon I will be doing an internship that will take me away from you during the day. I love you. Take that with you always. And when that day and time comes, and I have peanut butter for you because you'll swear off all bets for peanut butter, and I am holding you and crying, know that I will be whispering in your ear as I have told to some of the people at the nursing home, "When you get there, tell my mother I love her and miss her", but you have to promise me you won't trip her.

Love, mom

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