Luna


American Shorthair
Picture of Luna, a female American Shorthair

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Home:Santa Fe, NM  
Sex: Female   Weight: 12 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Lunakitty, lunatic. masoch-kitty, baby girl

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

Quick Bio:
-part feral-cat rescue

Birthday:
October 31st 1997

Coloration:
Black

Likes:
Purring so loudly that she could be heard in the next room, being petted, having her tail pulled. I know it sounds abusive, but she'd actually push her tail into your hand then nudge it into a fist. If you pulled, she would purr loudly.

Pet-Peeves:
bathing herself- she was rather indifferent, being given baths, not being the center of attention

Favorite Toy:
Will's laser pointer

Favorite Nap Spot:
back of the sofa, my feet

Favorite Food:
She prefered expensive or what we were eating, but settled for Happy Tails

Skills:
She knew when I had a migraine or when my arthritis hurt. She snuggled up next to me and refused to leave until I felt better. All my cats refuse to sit on top of my altar, but they are more than willing to sit with me as I pray or meditate.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Luna wandered up to my husband one day and looked so adorably hungry that Will took her in and ended up adopting her. Will's ex-wife had wanted a familiar and thought a black cat would be perfect, but Luna wanted Will.

Bio:
Will and his ex-wife had adopted Gremlin when he wandered up to their apartment door, looking hungry. They let him in, fed him, and since they wanted a cat, kept her. I had always wanted a cat growing up, but my mom and brother were allergic to them. When I came into the picture, I was quite happy that Will came with cats and now Will jokes that "she married me for my cats." June of 2005, Will called me at work and told me that Luna was sick. He said that he was worried that she was trying to die on him. I met him at the vet and Luna was in awful shape. Will had found her behind the entertainment center and when he reached in for her, she could not even raise her head or meow. The vet told us that her body temperature was so low that he could not even pull a temp off of her and her pulse was non-existant. She used to purr so loud and now you could barely hear her. The vet told us that, while they could run a bunch of tests and find out what exactly was wrong, the tests would only prolong the inevitable. Luna was dying and there wasn't anything the vet or we could do to stop it. Will sat in the chair and cried inconsolably, but I held Luna as the shot was readied. I stroked her fur told her how much we loved her and told her "Baby girl, it's almost over. Soon there'll be no more pain and you'll be able to bask in the sunshine and there will be kind hands waiting there to stroke you." Very weakly, Luna stuck out her tongue and kissed my nose one last time and I soaked her fur with my tears as vet gave her the shot. My beloved great-grandmother, Houshen had always asked St. Francis of Assissi to watch over her animals. Now, when I dream, I often see images of Houshen, sitting in her rocking chair, stroking a midnight black cat that looks like Luna. I am glad that they have each other.

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 17th 2006 More than 8 years!

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Catster Id:
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