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Coloration: Orange
Likes: Sleeping, helping make the bed, waking up mom when the sun rises
Pet-Peeves: None -- I love everything and everyone
Favorite Toy: Any area rug
Favorite Nap Spot: Everywhere
Favorite Food: Salmon
Skills: Door Dashing and Hypnotism
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: I became a stray in August of 2005. I was rescued by the people at the Humane Society. They had so many cats that month that they were giving them away. Mom knew she wanted another cat so she decided to go to the Humane Society because she knew there would be people there who just were only adopting cats because they were free and they were not committed to the financial obligation of a pet. She went every day for a week, but each day, all of the cats were already pending adoption or were boys. While she was looking at those cats, I was waiting my ten days for my owner to come claim me. The first day I was available for adoption, my mom arrived right at opening time. Again, all the cats were already pending adoption or boys -- except for me! She looked at me and wavered -- she didn't think she liked orange kitties so much. But, I put my paw against the glass and she asked a volunteer if we could go in the visiting room. When I was set on the floor, I immediately rolled on my back and invited her to pet my tummy. She petted me, I purred, she said, "She's going home with me!"
Bio: I'm really an agent with the CIA. Being a stray is just my cover. Before I became a stray, I lived with a nice older lady who gave me tuna right out of the can and let me climb on anything I wanted. Her daughter had me declawed and spayed because she thought it would be safer for her mother's furniture and keep me from straying. The spay part is okay -- my new mom isn't so sure about the declawing thing, so she makes sure to keep me inside. One day, my previous mistress had to go on a prolonged mission over the bridge. When her daughter was cleaning out her home, I took my chance and dashed the door. She didn't try to find me. That was okay because I was actually on my way to my next mission. My new mom hasn't caught on to my real identity yet! This is completely cat-fidential!
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: Adore me!
The Groups I'm In: Ladies club, Lazy and Fat Cats United!, Mission Impawsible, Orange & Orange and White Kitties Only!
The Last Forum I Posted In: Diary Archive
Greatest Achievement: Converting my Grampa into a Cat Lover -- My Grampa has always claimed to be a "Cat Hater". During my last stay there, it became obvious he was lying. He was caught nuzzling my face, cuddling with me at nap time, and taking me for walks!
Favorite Movie: Emma -- Because the main character is a nosy busy body like myself.
Mrrmmmm... I woke up this morning, had some breakfast and then went back to bed as my mommy hogged the computer. Now she's gone and I got on and found another application. The talent is overwhelming, but not surprising -- we are kitties after all...
My furmily has told me about this mission & I think I could help mew out. I would like to be catsidered for da Code Breaker purrsition.
I am always wanting to know what's going on in my howse. I'm always hanging around meowmie when she's doing her catputer stuff & I think I've got her figured out. She luffs my schmoogling so much she will tell me anything I want to know. She lets me watch all the web-surfing she does & nefur wonders why I am so infurested.
So it won't be that hard fur me to catinue to spy on her, because I'm already doing it.
My spy name can be Mr. Guy Cat.
Purrs in spy-a-tude, Dusk
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Soon those humans that feed us and pet us and love us will be under our total control...
The reports that I am getting from my operatives is stunning! So far we are in the team building and training phases of the mission, but these kitties have taken to it with such enthusiasm and creativity, I am most impressed!
In the darkness of my secret cave (it's where I must go to read my communications lest that pesky human grabs me for cuddles, lovins, and kissins), my computer screen flickers with each transmission... I wonder if Ralston Purina knows what they're in for?
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