Domestic Shorthair
Picture of Gray, a female Domestic Shorthair

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Home:Palmyra, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 14 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 12 lbs.

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   Leave a treat for Gray

Gray-z-oats, Butter ball, Thunder

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-part feral

January 8th 2003


birdies! loves the birdies!, catchin', playin', snackin' um...umm...

doesn't like people, always afraid of tall 2 legged animals

Favorite Toy:
birdies, mice, moles, and anything covered with that drug!! MEOW!

Favorite Nap Spot:
where ever isn't taken, mostly in the sun, under the desk by the heater.

Favorite Food:
Toomanyfish, Love that Tuna!! MEOW!

catching,birds, mice, moles, bugs and bringing them in for praise, then eating them

indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
one sunny day in May I hear this tiny little meow and look out my window to find this little ball of gray fur standing there looking up. Trying to get her to come, she runs away so I fed her outside. With our other 2 kitties, she made nice with them and found out how to come in the house. I got up one morning to find her sleeping nicely under the kitchen table and that's when she moved in with us. She hasn't strayed away since and is very happy living here as she adopted us.

We live on a highway where there is no other residential homes so I'm still wondering where she came from, but I'm glad she is here. I believe one of our babies that had recently died sent her to us to watch over her.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Sleep all day What a Life! MEOW!

The Groups I'm In:
"ROYAL FELINE GROUP", *****Mac Kitties & Doggies Club*****, ♥ Democats ♥, *** WE LOVE OUR TROOPS***, Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters, Blue Bloods, CATSTERHOLICS!!!, Chef Skylar's open restaurant, Crabby Cats, FebrezeĀ® Pet Odor Eliminatorā„¢, Gray is Grey-t!, Helping Paws, New Jersey Cats and Dogs, Shades of Gray, The Black and White Ankle Biters, The Kitties' Club (TKC), Valentines Day 2007

The Last Forum I Posted In:
New Homepage. . .

merry christmas

Elvis Forever!:
myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics

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I've Been On Catster Since:
March 8th 2006 More than 10 years!

I Was In The:
Catster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

Meet my family
Ted E. Bear
"Bear" for
RascalPuddie (ILM
Apachie (RIP)
Wyne`mah -
(87-89) Too

Meet my Feline Friends
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Tagged? Ok I'll play! puuuur

The ME ME Game

May 23rd 2007 6:32 am
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MeMe Game

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write about themselves (the seven random facts) as well as the rules in their diary. You need to select seven cats to tag and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment (via p-mail) telling them that they've been tagged and that they need to read your diary for more information.

1. I'm basically a very quiet kitty.
2. My sister is always bothering me
3. Food is the number one thing in my life next to sleeping.
4. I don't like people and am still getting use to my family.
5. I love to roll in the dirt! It's really cool.
6. My brother Bear invited me to move in when I was a baby.
7. I love catching and eating birds and chippies! They are better than chicken!

Kitties to Tag
1. Popeye
2. Huggybear
3. Greedy
4. Luke
5. Elvis
6. Beans
7. Sissy


Am I an ankle biter? Sorta

January 5th 2007 4:38 pm
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Well, I belong to the Black and White Ankle biters club. They have one rule, you have to be an ankle biter. I don't actually bite ankels but I do get mom a lot when she can't do anything.

A little over a year ago, mom found a growth on my tummy and raced to the vet to have it removed. They didn't know what it was but they cut my tummy up and took this thing out. 3 months later it came back. So back to the vet we went. They cut this thing out and did lab tests and the test came back and the vet didn't know what it was. 4 months later, it came back again. This time the vet sent mommie and me to a "specialist" who took it out again, (ouch my poor tummy) and gave me all these yuckie meds that I was spitting out at mom and he put a feeding tub in me so she could give me the meds. Then changed them to other pills, which by Sept. of 06 the lumps were finally gone. Well I finally got to go outside and play after being locked up in the house for 6 months and it was sooooo good to get in the yard and roll around. When I got outside, my furr on my tummy was almost all grown back.

(now for the fun part)

When someone picks me up I kinda try to run for two reasons, it still is tender on my tummy and I don't want any more pills. (I think I'm an elephant, I haven't forgotten yet) But mom loves to check my tummy to see if there is anything else there besides me. So when she gets in the bath tub at night, I bust the door wide open so I can slowly stroll in and I give her the look like, don't hit me, I did't mean to open the door that far, and she gets up and closes it. Then I stand next to the tub with my tail held high and tight so when I'm standing with my back to her, and she's reading, my tail knocks what ever she is reading into the tub. She usually is fast and catches it before it hits the water. But then she starts to scratch me. All over. I try to purr but because of all the surgery's I think they messed up my purr spot, I make little noises but mom can feel when I'm purring plus I smile alot. She will be in the tub, scratching and rubbing me and I lay down on the bath mat, get in a ball and burry my face in the mat, at the same time I hold it with my front paws while bunny thumping it all the time while mom is scratching and haveing a good old time, then when she least expects it, BAHM!!!! I roll over and grab her hand and usually get her with all four paws and my teeth. She kinda goes uuuuuuuu, ouchie!!!!! and then I jump up and head for the door. Or sometimes I will just sit there out of her reach and look at her to see if she's gonna get up and get me cause I made her bleed. If I make her bleed, she shows me, and I go over, with head down, ears down and eyes looking up and give her a baby sandpaper kiss on her boboo. But she never comes after me.

So I guess I'm an ankle biter only I bite the front ankles! Well mom has four paws too, she just doesn't walk on the front ones as much.

She's a good mom, she lets me beat her up nightly. I think she feels bad that I had my tummy cut open so many times. I wish she would just stop feeling it. Heck I will let her know if it comes back, I wouldn't stop licking it the first time.

Anyhow, that's my story of being a member of the ankel bitters club. If you think you are an ankle biter, pmail me and I will send you an invite to the group. We do have fun. And now I can play all day long now that I'm not sick any more.
(just wish we knew how to get rid of the "Not that Dr. again" title on all the postings. One day we will get it.
Purrrsss and headbutts. Gray


Free at Last!!

December 18th 2006 5:59 pm
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Wow! Mom said she isn't going to check for bumbs on my tummy any more. She said that it's been three months since she shoved that yuckie medicine down my throat and since I saw the doctor last and she doesn't find any lumps at all.

She's been doing the dance of Joy all day. After my regular doctor cut me open two times and it grew back, then they sent me to this other guy and he charged over $2,000. and I spent soooooo many times taking a ride that took 1 and a half hours to the office and then back, from Feb. until Sept. this year, and mom is now really sure I'm alll better.

The best part is the doctor wasn't promising anything. When he took my stiches and feeding tube and big cone of silence collar off, the lumps started to come back but he did a quick change on medicine and made me take it until I started spitting it in mom's face and that killed everything that was there. And I didn't need radiation! That's cause it was a bactieral infection and nothing normal was killing it.

So, mom sent one of the pic's of me with my santa hat on to the doctor to thank him for keeping me alive. Mom said that Puddie sent me here when I was a baby baby so that mom would take care of me when I got sick last year. If it wasn't for mom and Puddie, I wouldn't be seeing christmas this year and I wouldn't have had a great secret santa party over the weekend with all my goodies.

I'm happy mom's happy, and now I can go back to going out and I can't wait for the snow to come. I missed it last year because of all the surgeries. But I'm not going to miss it any more.

Thanks mom, for caring so much. You are a purrrrrrr-fect mommie. Even Rascal is being nicer to me and not chasing me around as much as she did. But I'm chasing Bear around more now, cause he taught me how to stand up to Rascal and I've been waiting for the chance to prove myself to him. They have been great teachers and I meow them daily.

So Bring on the Meowy Christmas and the Snowy Mew Year!! I'm Ready to Rock and Roll!!

MEOW!! purrrrrr

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