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Coloration: Orange & White Tabby
Likes: giving mommy's face a bath or chewing on mommy's fingers
Pet-Peeves: Her collar and her brother Felix
Favorite Toy: Every single one in the huge toybox. The more toys, the better.
Favorite Nap Spot: Her special bed that's nestled under an occasional chair
Skills: She can take off her collar in no time flat. Then she hides it
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: A friend of mine decided to be a foster dad for Shamrock, and his first group of cats included a mama and her three kittens. They had been found in Western Kentucky, but her home could not be located. Most likely, they were dumped. When she and her babies finally ended up with my friend, he had a small get-together some of us could see them. Mama sort of picked me out and loved on me all night. After that, my friend sent me some emails telling me mama kitty told him she wanted to go live with me. The last thing I needed was another cat, but I couldn't get her out of my mind. I called every friend I knew to see if one of them could adopt her. That way, I could visit! The thought of her going somewhere and being lost to me forever was unbearable. It was the height of kitten season and I knew her babies would get homes fast, but we all knew she'd most likely be in a cage at the pet suppy store for quite some time. It broke my heart. Finally, the kittens and mama went to the vet and were gone. I decided I just had to have her.
I had a problem though. Felix had just been back in the hospital with urinary tract problems and I would not add another stressor to his routine until he was fully recovered. Luckily, a good friend said he could keep her a few weeks until Felix healed. I called Shamrock and said I'd take her. They were thrilled since they knew I really wanted her all along.
She lived at my friend's for about a week, and has been with me ever since. Having a girl cat back in the house is so nice!
Lives Remaining: 7 of 9
Forums Motto: Does this fur make my butt look fat?
The Groups I'm In: ♥ Democats ♥, ♥All Fur Fun♥, PETS for OBAMA, Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters, Beautiful cat eyes, Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, CATSTERHOLICS!!!, Doc Hunter's House of Medicine, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, Impressive Plumage, Kittys In Kentucky, Louisville, Paws with Claws, Rescued Cat Lovers Association, Stuff On My Cat's CCLs in their GPs, Sweet Face, Zealie Lotto
The Last Forum I Posted In: Blue ribbon rosette "best in show"
My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Her Most Serene Highness Lady Mama Kitty the Imaginary of New Scagglethorpe Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title
Yes, it's true. I have been seen drinking out of the fountain. This is the same fountain I pretended to ignore when it first arrived. I had mom convinced I was simply not interested in it and I got away with it for a very long time; however, she caught me red pawed. MOL
The truth is, I do like it and just didn't want mom to know. I mean, Jack acted like it was the best thing since tuna, but he's so uncool. I had to sit back and pretend it wasn't a big deal, but now mommy has figured out I am in love with it too. I don't splash around and play like Jack does, but I am not crazy like him either. I am a normal cat who knows water is only for drinking. I have toys to play with and it's beneath me to play with something that can be used as a torture device (baths).
So, add me to the ranks of kitties everywhere who say "Four paws up" to the Platinum Drinkwell fountain. Gee, I sound like a catmercial, don't I?
Mommy got the mail in the other day and we got a postcard. I recognized it immediately and prayed it wasn’t for me. Mommy read it and then looked right at me as I lounged on the sofa. Oh no. I tried to look away or run and hide, but I felt like a deer trapped in headlights. I just froze.
How can it be a year already? It seems like I just saw the v-e-t for my shots. It really can’t be time for me to go again, can it? I simply do not like being poked and prodded, especially after being stuffed into that dumb little cage like thing and hauled away. I always worry I’ll end up in a new home when I get put in my carrier. I know mommy said this is my furever home and I never have to worry again, but I just can’t help it. I’ve been around too many times and know people don’t always mean what they say.
I do trust my mommy totally, and I don’t think she’d ever leave me, but some part of me still panics. I wonder if I should see a therapist about my kittenhood baggage to help me overcome my fear of abandonment. That’s something to think about, I guess.
Anyway, mommy called the dreaded v-e-t and made an appointment fur me, and I know no matter how hard I try to hide, she will manage to find me and make me go. Mommy says it’s necessary, so I guess I just have to trust her, and I do like getting the yummy treats when I get back home. That’s the only good part about my trips.
Hopefully, I’ll live to tell about it and can give you all an update next week. I feel fine and healthy, so I am trying to convince myself everything will be ok and I’ll be back home to play and bother my brofurs shortly after my visit.
Mom’s at it again. She put some dumb red shirt on me and expected me to sit still for pictures. Won’t she ever learn that I would rather PLAY with clothes than wear them? Sometimes I wonder if she’s working with a full deck. Anyway, it didn’t seem like I was going to escape without one good picture, so I let her have one just to get her take that stupid boy’s shirt off me. What on Earth was she thinking putting a guy cat’s shirt on a Diva?
The whole thing is stupid to begin with. It centers around a bunch of men throwing a basketball around on some wooden floor. Like I care if Louisville wins tonight. Doesn’t mommy realize Diva’s don’t care about or even watch basketball? During the game I plan to find a nice nappy spot far away from the back room where mommy will be yelling at the TV. I already think she’s crazy, and I just can’t stand to sit around and let her prove it by talking to people who can’t even hear her.
There is one possible upside to all of this. I’m crossing my paws and hoping she’s going to be too preoccupied to try to capture me and brush me tonight.
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