Age: 16 Years Sex: Female Weight: 7 lbs.
|Home:Clifton, NJ ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a treat for Rowena
Fluffernutter, Scruffernutter, Fuzzball, Wena Girl
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May 28th 1999
Attention; torturing her housemate kitty Arwen
Her kitty housemate getting attention; being groomed
Anything that skitters and rattles when batted across the floor
Favorite Nap Spot:
Her human's lap
Turning cuteness into an art form
After my "I don't want a cat" husband stole my first cat, I insisted on having a cat of my own. I saw Rowena at an adoption event at my local pet store. When I knelt by her cage, she just came right up and touched noses. A volunteer took her out and put her in my arms. She put one paw on each of my shoulders, and started nuzzling my chin with her head. I was hooked.
I went to the rescue's cattery a few days later to meet Rowena's foster parents. After talking 30 minutes or so, Rowena settled in my lap. After another 15 minutes, she'd fallen fast asleep with her chin on my arm. They, together with the rescue's founder, decided that I was her permanent human - and threatened to lock my husband in the cattery if he didn't agree!
Her foster parents dropped her off the following Friday, and she's been right at home ever since.
Rowena was either born with only one eye, or lost one in her first two weeks of life. She was found in a state park by her foster parents just days before giving birth to a litter of kittens. They took her home until she'd raised her litter, then adopted out all the kittens. They wanted to keep her for themselves, but her foster father's allergies grew too bad to live with her permanently.
Rowena is the most affectionate kitty I've ever known. She's socialized well enough to go to the pet store with me, snuggling in a harness pouch I wear with her head popped out to see what's going on. If she wants attention, she'll politely tap-tap with a paw to be noticed. She grows a long undercoat in the winter, but loses it all in the summer to go nearly short-haired, indicating she's most likely got a lot of Norwegian Forest Cat in her blood.
Whenever she manages to get in trouble, she runs away a few paces and flops on the floor, rolling onto her back and pawing the air as if to say, "I'm way to cute for you to be annoyed with me! See? I'll purrrrr... I'll nuzzle you.... I'll headbutt.... I'll tap you with my paws..... Rub my chest.... yup... that's right.... You are under my cute spell!"
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I'm too cyuuuuuuuute!
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July 19th 2006 9:15 pm
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I learned a neat new trick this week that's so spectacular, it made Human Mom bump up my intelligence rating. You see, she always thought I was more silly than smart. Devious, maybe, but not too bright. I sure fooled her.
Arwen, the other cat, doesn't know how to use the cat door the humans installed in their basement door, so they can keep it closed and keep all the nice, cool air upstairs in the summer. Or at least that's what they say.
Anyway, the humans tried to train her. They used treats to lure her through, but she just stuck her paw through and batted them under the door to her. She will not push the flap to walk through for her life. So the humans shrugged and tied the flap up with string.
Well... mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha....
When I find Arwen in the food room and chase her, she runs through the open flap and down to the basement where she has lots of dark places to hide. So.... I figured out that if I pull the string and slap on the flap, it will close on her! Then she's trapped down there with nothing but her litter box! No kibble, no kitty water fountain, none of the creature comforts of upstairs.
Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!
Oh. Pardon me, I must go. I think I hear the other cat coming into the food room....
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