Photo Comments Age: 11 Years Sex: Female Weight: 9 lbs.
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Belle, Belle-A-Boo & BelleBob BellePants
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May 25th 2003
Black and White
Acting, Action, Attacking, Chasing Things, Eating, Grooming, Movies, People Food, Sleeping, Social Climbing, Tap Dancing
Bad Music, Bad Singing, Being Caged, Being Held Back & Being Restrained
Belle Can Often Be Found Prancing Wildly Through The House With Small Balls And Small Bouncy Balls...
Favorite Nap Spot:
Belle Likes To Nap On Top Of The Tallest Cat Tree, But Often Has To Fight Off Rex And Dewey For That Spot...
Indoor Formula by Royal Canin
Belle Is A Fashionable Cat With A Tuxedo Style Coat Who Has A Knack For Finding The Most Expensive Items Around The House To Lounge On...
Hello, my name is Belle. Well, actually my full name is Tallulah Belle but everyone just calls me Belle... I was found by my Mother and Father after my siblings and I had been unceremoniously deposited at The Humane Society Of Southern Arizona. We were all tiny and thin, our Mother long gone and we were furious about the entire situation. I was the most bothered by it and set to work throwing myself against the door of our cage, climbing to the top jumping backwards, landing and then starting all over again. Annoying, yes. Expressive, of course. Charming, not so far. Then, my future parents walked in and they made the rounds looking at each cat and kitten. I heard my Father say "Remember, we're just here to look..." and my Mother laughed as she stopped in front of our cage and watched me for a while. Then she conned the volunteer into letting her hold me. Then we sat together for a while, I climbed all over the place and attacked Father's shoelaces and the next thing you know I'm in a box in a car, screeching like a banshee. Once we got home, it was discovered that I was a tiny little pile of bones, so frail that once asleep on my Father's chest, I could be wiggled like Jell-O. Hilarious, sure, but not healthy. Then, to make matters worse I scared the entire household by flinging myself over a "kiddy" gate and catching my foot, which made me screech again, which made us get in the car again, which lead us to an emergency Vet who accused my parents of "not feeding me," to say they were offended wouldn't convey the moment. But, I recovered nicely from both being underweight and my little paw injury and grew, and grew, and grew, and grew into a stunning tuxedo cat, who enjoys sitting on books and watching birds.
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"Too Much Of A Good Thing Is Wonderful."
I've Been On Catster Since:
|August 6th 2006
||More than 7 years!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
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