Tig Tig


American Shorthair
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Home:Boise, ID  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 10 lbs.

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The family of Big Harry, My Orange Angel, Patches, Angel Abigail, Angel Zack, Angel Lumi and more!
The family of Big Harry, My Orange Angel, Patches, Angel Abigail, Angel Zack, Angel Lumi and more!
 

Nicknames:
Stripey pants bed monster

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

Birthday:
March 4th 2005

Coloration:
Gray Tabby

Likes:
Getting into everything, mostly trouble.

Pet-Peeves:
Being tormented by her puppies.

Favorite Toy:
Twisty ties, pupcorn ( plays hockey with it), laser lights, and watching her frogs.

Favorite Nap Spot:
On top of her cat condo.

Favorite Food:
The dogs food.

Skills:
Destroying everything in her path.

Dwells:
indoors

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
I rule so get used to it.

The Groups I'm In:
Multi-Colored Cats Club

I've Been On Catster Since:
January 18th 2006 More than 8 years!

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Catster Id:
250124


Meet my family
Beanie (In
Loving Memory)
DottieDozerCheebu
Two Socks (In
loving memory)
Daisy DoodlesTigger RooFreeway
SpazNorman BatesCallie

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The Life of a Stripey Pants Bed Monster!!


I am getting grumpy in my old age.

September 29th 2013 2:01 pm
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Life is great but could be better if I was an only child. I am not very fond of my cat siblings these days and I pick fights with them just out of spite. This makes the moms grumpy, but frankly, I am the cat so deal with it. I was doing great until the moms found that stray little demon spawn under the shed a few years ago. I knew I was in trouble when I could hear him crying clear inside the house. But nooooooo he had to stay. I googled the type of cat he is and they said they have sweet personalities. Nope, nada, not him. He thinks he runs the house when that is clearly my job. I try to tell the moms all the time about him and his plot to rule the world but they think I am just talking and that it is cute and they meow back at me. They will soon see the errors of their ways. But other than that, they give me twisty ties and springy toys to play with. And yes my favorite....the laser light. Now if I could use the laser for more important things...muuhahaha!

 

My new home

January 22nd 2006 6:22 pm
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I was living in a house that had way to many cats to be a happy place. It seemed that my owner had taken care of alot of cats but had failed to get the ladies all fixed. There were babies being born all the time. Then one day the neighbors were talking to my owner and she said she had some of the cutest kittnes available. The neighbor asked what color. We happened to be tabby. I know the neighbor had a tabby cat for 13 years and was excited to see us. My owner took us outside and showed them us. The one lady looked at me and said she was falling in love. Next thing I know I was heading to a new place to live. They had puppies there but I was used to them since my previous owner had dogs. The puppies fell in love with me too. My other momma said I was very adorable and knew that the puppies would adore me too. So here I am months later, with not 2 but 3 special puppies who love me. I also had two other cat siblings, who in a matter of speaking are probably more than just live in buddies. They came from the same place I did and are only a month younger than me. Who knows, we may have the same daddy. I have made myself the head animal in the house and everyone has to pay attention to me. Each morning I make a list of things to get into or break, destroy or terrorize if nobody pays attention to me. The moms say I am worse than a human 2 year old child. I think I would have to agree. I do like it when they call me name and I come running to them everytime. Only because I know they will have something fun, yummy or snuggley for me.

 
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