Nicknames: Stripes The Wondercat, Striped, Stripers
Birthday: April 15th 1997
Coloration: Brown Tabby
Likes: I love tuna, belly rubs, sleeping in, being combed, watching birds, and MORE TUNA!
Pet-Peeves: I'm bothered by well-made beds, car rides, empty food dishes, and idle hands that should be petting ME!
Favorite Toy: My favorite toy is my white fluffy plush mouse (I think it's covered in rabbit fur) ... unless, of course, live birds are available!
Favorite Nap Spot: I like to go out on the enclosed deck to nap on a mat in the sun, but my absolute favorite spot is on the big bed.
Favorite Food: My favorite food is Science Diet Ocean Fish Recipe (unless you count Whisker Lickins and tuna!).
Skills: I shoulda' been a circus cat (if I weren't so shy -- crowds and loud noises frighten me); I jump through hoops, beg for treats, open doors and cabinets, walk on a harness and leash, and anticipate where people are going to walk (so I can get there first).
Arrival Story: Stripes' story: I was born in suburbia -- in Kansas, no less. But I knew from the time that I first opened my eyes that I was destined for bigger and better thngs. I was queen of the litter, and I crawled my way right over anybody who got in my way. That's why The Big Cat noticed me, because I was making my way over a pile of kittens with my head held high with pride and determination. When she first held me, I knew it was love. I looked her right in the eyes and told her to take me home. (And when she tried to set me down, I clung to her desperately.) She complied, of course (she had no choice!), and I moved in with her.
The Big Cat's story: I was at the mall, on lunchbreak with coworkers, when someone suggested we stop by to see "the puppies." Rather than visiting a pet store, we went to a room where a local shelter had brought its adoptables for viewing. While my coworkers cooed over the pups, I saw this adorable, electric-shocked-looking kitten deftly stepping over all other kittens in its path. I had to hold her. And when I held her, she didn't want to let go of me! It was love at first sight. And with a little manipulating of the family (a family that had never had pets!), I brought her home to stay.
Bio: Stripes' story: We still lived in suburban Kansas, but not for long -- after a few months, we took a long car ride to place called Springfield, Missouri. At first, I had to hide in the bedroom, because The Big Cat's dad was "allergic" to me -- or so he said. But I was "discovered" after about a week, and The Big Cat's dad said I had to go away! I knew I was irresistible, though, and so did The Big Cat -- so we worked on the dad until he fell madly in love with me and couldn't imagine having me live anywhere else. (Yay!) I liked it better there because we had a deck that looked out on a giant yard, filled with bunnies and june bugs and other critters. Worms crawled in the open space under the door in the basement when it rained -- toys for me! And there were a lot of family members to exercise with me -- I played "mousies" every morning with The Big Cat's dad and had races through the house with The Big Cat's brother. We moved to California a few years later. After moving from place to place the first year (which I didn't like at all) and visiting Missouri on the big silver flying thing a couple of times (something I also don't recommend), we finally settled in a cozy little place, where there's a lot of windows, a great big staircase to run up and down, and a closed-in deck where I can watch the birds and soak up the sun. And although I liked walking in the ice and snow and breathing in the cold winter air, I have to say I like living someplace where it's warm and sunny just about ALL the time! I have been attempting to train The Big Cat since I was small -- obviously her mother didn't do a good job with her. She doesn't clean herself properly, doesn't understand more complex speech patterns, and -- perhaps worst of all -- is not a very good hunter. (I've brought her several just barely alive birds to finish off, and she tries to SAVE them instead of going for the kill. Sigh. She's a big cat, but not a very smart one, I fear.)
The Big Cat's story: The proud, headstrong kitten grew into a proud, headstrong cat. When she first came home with me, she was extremely independent. Although she'd allow me to pick her up and "torture" her with hugs and kisses, she really wanted to go off and do her own thing. As a kitten, she never would sleep with me, she had to be held down to stay in my lap, and she went wherever she pleased. But now she's like Velcro when I'm around, following me from room to room, greeting me at the door when I arrive home, and generally just wanting to be wherever I am -- preferably on top of me, if possible! She sleeps with me, sits with me while I'm at the computer, and tries to anticipate my every move and action. (She runs ahead of me and tries to get to whatever place I'm going one step ahead of me.) I hate to leave her for any amount of time -- she's more than a cat, she's my best friend!
Miss Stripes took her last breath around 3 o'clock in the morning on Monday, October 22nd. She had been hospitalized for liver disease, a result of a diminished appetite, the underlying cause of which we were still trying to diagnose. I was able to visit with her privately the afternoon before she passed; although she was a bit out of it, she did recognize my voice and my touch, and I was able to reassure her of my love and devotion to her. She has been a constant presence in my life since she came home with me and became part of my family ten years ago, and her absence leaves a gaping hole in my life and in my heart.
It has been some time since I've been able to login to this, my favorite site, and I couldn't begin to tell you all about the adventures I've had between then and now. (Frankly, the fur between my toes makes it difficult to type that much!) Let it suffice to say: I'm back. And bigger than ever. (Ahem. Really, actually. This is embarrassing, but I've had a bit of a weight gain problem.) I also have relocated! The Big Cat and I are now living in what she calls "The City of Angels." I don't know much about it, except that we got into one of those metal things with wheels to get here and there's a named Lucy who lives outside (she really gets my goat -- if only I could get to her through the screen or under the door!).
At first, I didn't take to city life at all. But now that we've been here a few weeks ... I'm starting to get a little more comfortable. The traffic noises (and the sirens!) were so new to me, they had me diving into the wardrobe, kicking out shoes to make room for my huddled mass of fur! But now, I only jet for the shoe pile when there's something *really* loud (like a trash truck -- holy mother of Heathcliff, those things are so noisy, they MUST have teeth, and really big, sharp ones at that!).
I also have returned to my previous habit of lounging on my back. (When living with the dreadful Siamese, I had to be ever-vigilant lest she approach and attack, so I'd gotten out of the habit. It's good to be free again!)
Finally, I've been able to take up my old favorite habit of bird-watching again! There's a lovely set of trees right outside the windows at the front of our place, and it just so happens that a group of hummingbirds have set up house there -- how lucky for me!
Okay, so I'm not thrilled about traveling along Melrose to go to my pedicure place, even if I do get to travel under the Big Cat's arm in a super-stylish, striped bag. And I'm not loving this whole "wood floors" thing. (Thankfully, throw rugs have appeared recently -- just for me.) But I can tell you I'm tickled pink about the number of window perches I've been allotted, and I'm super ecstatic to be the lone kitty in charge again.
I'm also crazy happy to be able to come back and visit my favorite old stomping grounds. I'll be stopping by the Terrific Tabbies soon, in hopes of finding some old furry friends about!
Over in Terrific Tabbies, Solo and her sister Samantha have started a nail-biting mystery story in the forums! If you're a tabby cat (meaning you've got stripes, like me) you can get in on the fun--Terrific Tabbies is open to every tabby, all you have to do is join! (Plus there's a ton of other great stuff--like birthday parties, holiday festivities, name games, and a lot of gossip and chatter.)