Breed Unknown/Breed Unknown
Photo Comments Age: 15 Years Sex: Female Weight: 13 lbs.
Leave a treat for Precious
Precious Kitten, Precious Girl, Precious-Precious
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February 14th 2001
Being petted. Getting attention from Mommy.
When Mommy doesn't give me any attention!
Catnip Mat and Catnip Ball
Favorite Nap Spot:
On Mommy's bed.
Comes when you call, she knows her name, and sometimes she'll sit when you ask her to.
Mommy just came home from Girlscout Camp and they had to pick up a scratching post for her other cat. The pet store was having a cat/dog adoption day and mommy went crazy. Grandmomma said that Mommy could either have a kitten. Of course, she chose to get a kitten. She was looking for a lap pet, so she kept putting kittens in her lap. I stayed cause I was afraid of all the dogs around me. They chose me. I hid a while after they got me, but now I want to spend all my time with Mommy. I'm a Mommy's pet. Literally. Heehee!
Black with a white patch her neck and on her chest. VERRRY CUTE!
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The Groups I'm In:
**Girls just wanna have fun**, A Friendly Feline Hide-away, Charity Kitties, Funny Zone, The Mommy Hoggers, ~**The Kool Kitty Lounge**~
The Last Forum I Posted In:
URGENT! Cat abuse video on YouTube.com
I've Been On Catster Since:
|March 16th 2006
||More than 10 years!
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March 17th 2006 4:04 pm
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Life is a song. It has many different melodies and tunes that keep it interesting. Many parts that make it whole. It can be sung beautifully or horribly out of tune. In my diary, I will be writing about my life's song and how beautifully it is sung. I'm sorry if I act a bit poetic. It's a newly discovered talent.
Today Mommy left really early in the morning, so I had the day to myself, which isn't all good. I ate and slept all day.
When Mommy came home, I welcomed her with squeaks and purrs. I think she likes it when I do that. She smiles and laughs.
As my Mommy writes this for me, I walk in front of the computer screen. She looks over my head. The big meanie. I tried to give her a kiss and she just moved away. That's better. A big smoocher. She picked me up and I ran away. Uncomfortable position. Decided to give her nose a sniff. It must've tickled cause she itched it afterwards.
Now I'm begging Mommy for a pet and telling her to finish writing the diary entry later or another day. I think she's understanding now.
Well, I will try to write tomorrow, but sometimes things come up on Mommy's schedule and she can't. She still promises to try, though.
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