Likes: Extremely fond of belly rubs! Also likes hot pink nail caps to match her nose, spying on humans as much as possible, and door mats for scratching.
Pet-Peeves: Loud noises, except when she makes them; being picked up when she's busy.
Favorite Toy: Soft glittery toy balls (attack! attack!); catnip mousies.
Favorite Nap Spot: Plush, newly reupholstered love seat (only the best!).
Favorite Food: Baby food turkey sticks--especially the liquid in the jar.
Skills: Singing soprano (critics have praised her ability to hit the high notes); speed racing (zoom!); interior decoration (carefully sheds white hair on black furniture and black hair on white); knows how to walk while sitting down!
Arrival Story: A new shelter opened in our town. When we went for a visit, Athena interviewed us and told the clerk that she wished to hire us as permanent attendants.
Given how much on-site supervision my humans need, I sent them to the shelter to see if any kitties there would be willing to take over fur me. Lily, a very qualified candidate with an undergraduate degree in purring and a master's in human household management, agreed to take them on. She is now on duty, and has also signed on to Catster, as #1334823. I hope my furriends will look in on her from time to time to give her support and encouragement as she settles into her new position.
She was diagnosed with end-stage kidney failure the day before her birthday and medical intervention was unable to save her. She was receiving fluids subcutaneously but they didn't seem to do her any good. Her condition did not improve.
Well, I know the vet wants me to eat less, and the humans—It’s so hard fur them to resist peer pressure (just say no, mom!)—have been complying with his wishes by not refilling my food dish right away when I empty it. I tend to be tolerant of their little foibles, but when fifteen whole minutes had gone by and dad still hadn’t refilled my dish, I decided that enough was enough! I sat down near the dish and started yelling at the top of my lungs: Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Dad burst from the basement where he was pursuing one of his silly art projects and ran up the stairs, while mom ran around distraught saying, “What is it? What is it? Does something hurt you?” and tearing at her hair. FINALLY they noticed that the bottom of my food dish was shining up at them reproachfully, and dad went to remedy the deficiency. Success!