Juliet Catpulet

American Shorthair
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Home:Los Angeles, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Female

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Giulietta, Kitty Witty, Stinky, Ears, Whino, Fuzzball, Fuzzy, Tortie de Force, Catus Patheticus

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-pound cat

December 6th 2001


I like being left alone. Unless my human likes that I'm leaving her alone, then I like bothering her.

I can't stand: computers (except to update my web pages), opening CD drive doors, humans talking on phones, phone cords, waiting to be fed, being trapped in carriers.

Favorite Toy:
I like strings, all kinds: sparkly, straw-like, ribbons, drawstrings dangling from human clothes.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Since it's getting colder, I like sleeping near my human wherever she's sitting or sleeping. She knows I'm just using her.

Favorite Food:
I love Fancy Feast! But my mean human won't feed it to me.

I can scare my human half to death and trip her over, too. I can also slip around undetected in a blink of an eye. I would make a good spy or a burglar. (A cat burglar. Ha! Heh...)


Arrival Story:
My human adopted me from a cat orphanage in Austin on December 29, 2005. I'd been living there for a month after my previous humans left me there. When she opened my cage, I tried to jump out. She thought that I was cute and therefore must be harmless. Little did she know that looks don't mean anything. She was warned that I wouldn't like to be picked up, but she picks me up every chance she gets. I elude her sometimes, but she's just too big and strong. I'm the one with the claws and fangs, though. Take that! {{swipe, chomp}}

I may be from Texas, but I hate football. I also hate country music. Actually, I hate anything on TV or the stereo that my human likes. I'd like a nibble of some chicken fried steak, though. My human suspects that I know Spanish. It doesn't matter what language you speak, I will ignore you.

Lives Remaining:
7 of 9

Forums Motto:
Where is my Romeo?

The Groups I'm In:
FebrezeĀ® Pet Odor Eliminatorā„¢, Tortoiseshell Cats of Catster, ~*Totally Torties!!*~, ~*~Tortoiseshell Lovers!~*~

I've Been On Catster Since:
January 24th 2006 More than 11 years!

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My human bought me new things

October 7th 2008 11:43 pm
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My human bought me a new collar. I didn't care much for the old collar. Whenever my human freed me from it, I would grab it and bite it. I made it as fuzzy and dirty as I could. Of course, if my human was freeing me from it, I immediately suspected something was up. Sometimes she just wanted to rub my neck. Other times, she'd drop me in the bathtub.

My new collar is softer and apparently makes me cuter. I hardly notice it's there. My human also bought me a new comb, and she's been giving me daily brushing. My hair looks nice and pretty.


Where's the furniture?

March 28th 2008 10:05 pm
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My human is up to her tricks again. The furniture has disappeared, including all of the things I like to sleep on. Where are all the chairs? Where's my favorite rug? My human talks about "moving the hardest thing last" constantly as things around me keep disappearing. She put a towel and the funny looking duffel bag on the floor a couple of days ago and said something like, "Nothing happening here. Nothing to worry about." I recognize that duffel bag from somewhere... At least I have a towel to sit on, since everything soft is gone.


I'll never tell

November 18th 2007 10:38 pm
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My human came home two nights ago and found me outside the front door. She had been gone for 14 hours, and I was really hungry. She can't figure out, though, why I was outside. I have my own cat sized door on the back door, but she locked it because she didn't want me to go outside. She inspected my door and saw that the lock latch wasn't completely engaged, but she pushed on the door and it wouldn't open. Did I get outside through that door?

She swears that she didn't let me outside when she left in the morning, but she knows I'm quick and sneaky. She did have to carry a bunch of different things out the door that morning. Did I get outside that way?

None of the windows were open, except for one window that was cracked open a few inches. That window has a screen and leads to a twenty foot drop, anyway. Did I get outside through that window?

I'll never tell.

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