Violeta Christina (Letty)

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Home:Ankeny, IA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 16 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 8 lbs.

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Letty, Letty-Furball, Furball

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

September 9th 2000

Gray Tabby

Antagonizing the other cat in the house.

The other cat in the house.

Favorite Toy:
Pull-tabs from plastic gallon jug lids.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Window sills where the sun is.

Favorite Food:
She eats Iams Adult Hairball Food. Won't touch people food, even if offered. Smart cat!

Home Make-over. I keep blinds closed in our garden level apartment. When Letty wants some sun, she crawls around the blinds to get to the sills. They are plastic, so they don't "last" long. She has cat-sized spaces "cut out" of the sides of all blinds


Arrival Story:
I got her from a friend shortly after returning from a medical mission trip to Guatemala. We had just received word that a patient we had seen down there had since died. I named her Violeta, the name of the patient. Her middle name, Christina is the name of another Guatemalan patient.

Letty is also known as the "nice kitty". When I worked in a local nursing home in Warsaw, I used to take Letty there to visit the patients on my day off. She is shy, but not shy enough to run away. The residents loved seeing and petting her.

Lives Remaining:
7 of 9

Forums Motto:
The Nice Kitty

The Groups I'm In:
☼Krazy Kitties☼, Hey! You Look Like Me!, Persian

The Last Forum I Posted In:
What can Mommy do to help me not be so SCARED of PEOPLE??

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 11th 2006 More than 10 years!

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Pájaros!!! (Birds)

February 8th 2007 10:29 am
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Our move from two states away has been very traumatic for me. In fact, the whole last year has been. I lost my older fur-sister Bijou on May 1st. We moved on July 1st. Then, after four months of me being an "only cat", Mom brings home that furry little cotton-ball, Juli.

In addition to all of this, our downstairs neighbors keep their volume turned up SO LOUD!!!

All of this to say, I have spent ALOT of time in hiding - under the bed, away from people, away from noise, and away from Juli.

Lately, I have been venturing out more. There is a chest of drawers in Mommy's room very close to the windows. I can sit on that and look out. I don't know if I noticed the birds before or not. But, today, I was vocal about it. Boy! Was Mommy ever surprised!

Mommy KNEW it was the birds, because I have a very special cry that I use when I see birds. It's short, soft, repeated, but excited. I don't use that cry for anything else.

I'm slowly coming out of my shell.



I'm Not The Baby, Anymore!

August 31st 2006 10:45 pm
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You'll never guess what my human mom did now. Yup. She brought home another cat - this little one pound cotton-ball of a Himalayan kitten. I try not to have anything to do with her. I'm supposed to be "top-cat" here - the one getting all Mom's attention.

I'm kinda curious about her, but I can't let my mom or that little piece of fluff think that TOO much. If she gets too close, I make sure and let my displeasure be known by hisses and growls. Mom thinks I'm "channeling" Bijou or something.

What do all of you think? I've had a VERY TRAUMATIC summer! Bijou crossed that Rainbow Bridge thingy on May 1st. I missed her more than I wanted to let on. Then on July 1st, we moved two states away (a six hour drive by car - that was ENOUGH). Now, just when I was starting to come out from under the bed during the day, Mom brings this THING home.

Mom hopes I'll get to like her and be "buddies" with her - kinda treat her like a little sister. I don't know . . .



July 9th 2006 10:51 am
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My human and I moved two states away from where we used to live on June 30th. I wasn’t too worried at first. The last time we moved, it was only a two-hour drive – not too bad. So, I wasn’t too worried when we started packing up stuff, loading the car and truck, and took off.

Boy! Was I ever in for a surprise this time! This was a SIX HOUR DRIVE! My human mommy’s cousin drove the truck and he wanted to stop more often than my mommy would have. That was OK. I either rode in my carrier in the car, or sometimes I came out and sat on the center console. Nice place to ride and still see out. But, after the last stop, I was ready to STAY STOPPED. I never barf when in a vehicle, but I just don’t like my surroundings to be moving and taking me with them.

After the last stop, I decided I’d had enough of this moving. I started wandering all around the car. My mommy was OK with that as long as I stayed away from her, or at least sat in her lap. But, I wanted to stay stopped. I tried to get in the way of her seeing. I tried to stop her hands from holding that steering wheel thingy. I even tried getting her feet off those pedal things on the floor.

All that made her do was pull over to the side QUICKLY and lock me up in my carrier. Oops. Big mistake. Now I’m stuck and can’t move around to relieve my anxiety. I don’t think she appreciated my antics on I-80 in rush hour traffic and rain. Hopefully I’ll remember next time. Hopefully there won’t BE a next time!

Now my mommy has moved me into this HUGE, STRANGE place. It makes me scared. I can’t find Mommy sometimes. I see some of our old belongings (and that’s OK), but this is not our old place. I’ve taken to hiding under the dresser or chest of drawers. Mommy doesn’t like dragging me out from under them when she wants to see me, so sometimes she locks me in the master bath/closet (I don’t mind this – it’s smaller, and I feel safer).

After a week, Mommy got tired of this, so she quit dragging me out from under the furniture, quit locking me up, and left all the doors open. Well, I surprised her last night (eight days after we moved in) by COMING TO SEE HER IN THE COMPUTER ROOM – ALL THE WAY ACROSS THAT BIG CONDO! My! Was she ever happy! She kept praising me and petting me!

Gee. I might do this more often.

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