Leave a treat for Katrina Nicknames: Kat, Kit-Kat, Baby Puss, You Little ******!Devil, Daddy's little Puddin' Pop Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-part feral
-cat rescue
Birthday: August 1st 2005 Coloration: White Likes: I lurve, lurve, lurve my Daddy!!! And my younger brother Clyde is my best sidekick; Sitting in the bar sink and turning on the faucet Pet-Peeves: Not being able to get outside to hunt! Oh, and having my photo taken Favorite Toy: My wind-up mouse on wheels - until "somebody" broke it; Anything that moves; My brother Clyde is my favorite play mate, we chase each other around all day Favorite Nap Spot: Under mum's chin when she relaxes on the sofa. On top of the kitchen wall cabinets - we call it the Loft or Condo. My humans realized they couldn't stop me, so put a basket up there for me:) Favorite Food: I like to steal my doggie-brother's chicken, Friskies salmon flavor, real Tuna, but I'm usually too busy to eat Skills: Hunting!!!! But now I'm not allowed outside any more so I have to hunt Clyde. Turning on the faucets so I can drink the water, and climbing up to my Condo without knocking anything over Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: Well I didn't get named Katrina for nothing.... my Mum and Dad went walking through the neighborhood the day after Hurricane Katrina swept through Coral Gables, to check out the damage to the area. My Mum heard a squeaking noise coming from inside a bush and thought it was a bird, but it was actually me! I was covered in leaves and mud and was crying as hard as I could but I was only 3 weeks old, so the best I could do was squeak.
My mum got me out of the bush but unfortunately it was a very prickly one, and I wasn't too happy about being hoisted up in the air, so my mum got covered in scratches. She took me home and gave me a bath and a nice neighbor brought me some kitty formula and a nursing bottle. My mum hand raised me for several weeks, and I got to go to the office with her every day for a long time. I mostly slept and ate, but soon I was running around making a nuisance of myself. Now I'm a teenager and hardly ever show anyone any gratitude! My mum and dad see my feral family often - particularly the little lady they think is my mum (just like me!) although the colony is now diminishing. Bio: I have to say that KitKat is one of the most unusual cats I have ever lived with. She is defiant, independent, argumentative and extremely affectionate, all in one little body. She is also stunningly beautiful and every visitor to our house remarks on her. Somewhere in there is some Meezer blood, I am sure of it. When she wants love, she is the most attentive and loving creature, but when she wants her own way, she "back chats" and complains - just like a typical teenager. Simply put, we couldn't live without her! Lives Remaining: 8 of 9 Forums Motto: Daddy's Little Puddin' Pop The Groups I'm In: +++Hurricane Katrina/Rita Survivors and Rescuers+++, FOR THE LOVE OF LAUREL, I'm Not Orange; But I Am Proud, Beautiful cat eyes, Cats in sinks, Fabulous Ferals, I love Cookie!, Let's Help Teal'C and his Tennessee Crew, Odd-eyed Oddballs, Pure White Kitty Club, The Pound Puppy Project, Trupanion Pet Insurance Clubhouse, WILD CATS ONLY, Young Furts! The Last Forum I Posted In: SUPER PURRS NEEDED NOW for Ashley!
Well I can't quite beliieve it - I woke up this morning and got my Fancy Feast as usual with everyone else, played a little, gave myself a groom...
Then mum looked at her messages and saw one from Catster to say that I was COTD! Then she saw another message from Auntie Hazel Lucy, then another from Chef Rooster, and then another from Blizzard...it was true, this little princess was in the spotlight today!
Then Dad turned on the news and we all saw the pics of Japan and the Tsnami, and we all got subdued again.
If anyone decides to read my diary today because of my big honor, I ask that you all also spare a moment to pray for the poor people in Japan and Hawaii and the west coast...
But you'd expect it to last more than 12 hours. My new undercover mouse, that is.
Mum and dad bought it to try and entertain me before bedtime, so I wouldn't keep them awake with my yowling. It was so good, that all of us cats liked it! Four us us sat in a circle around it (Fifi watched from the dining table) and we played and played, and played... Clyde liked it so much he kept diving on it, sending it skidding across the hardwood floor. Even Caney and Bonnie had a great time with, and we all played nicely together (as if we liked each other).
That night, I slept like a baby. And so did mum and dad...
The next night, mum went to switch it on and - - - - a big fat NOTHING!!!! Dad said maybe the batteries are dead, and put new batteries in. Still a big fat nothing...
Then he took it apart to see what was wrong, and couldn't see what was wrong, but oh dear, it wouldn't go back together again...
Mum worked out that it cost $2.66 per hour of play we got out of it. She still has the receipt but after what dad did to it, well... Now it's in the garbage.
But even at that price dad said it was worth it because he had the sweetest night's sleep in a long time. I do believe we'll be getting another undercover mouse in the very near future!
I feel sorry for mum and dad, but for some reason I can't stop meowing and yowling in the middle of the night.
It's been two months since Tyler went to the Bridge, which is about the same time I started this behavior. Mum thinks this is the significant turning point because all the other "new" things - like Bonnie and Fifi spending time inside with us - was already happening. I have also been an indoor cat (and very happy) for well over a year, so no one knows why I have also started scratching like crazy at the front and back doors, trying to get out.
Mum knows that senior cats often yowl in the night (my sister Missy sometimes did it) but I am only 4. I start crying anywhere from 3am to 4am every morning and wake my pawrents from a deep sleep. I seem to be feeling insecure and am particularly fixated on my dad - as soon as he gets up, I stop crying. They are both exhausted, but mum worries about my dad because he drives a lot during the day. She works from home so can always take 40 winks if necessary...
We all loved Tyler but I wasn't particularly close to him. Can anyone help? Does any cat out there in Catster Land know why I might be doing this? Does anyone know how it can be stopped?!
Why Does My Cat Always Use the Litter Box Right After I've Cleaned It?
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