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Age: 6 Years Sex: Female Weight: 10 lbs.
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Nicknames:
Leva, furball
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Coloration:
Marble
Likes:
playing with her canip/rattle mice after her humans go to bed
Pet-Peeves:
not being allowed to sharpen her claws on the sofa
Favorite Toy:
canip/rattle mice
Favorite Nap Spot:
on the extended foot rest of "her" recliner or on top of "her" suitcase
Favorite Food:
Blue Buffalo, cat greenies
Skills:
opening doors, charming my cat loathing mom,
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
I rescued my beloved furball from an ice storm in Feb 2006. I saw her outside while I was putting up fliers at work. I thought she was feral at first (there are lots in the area) but when I went outside, she practically jumped into my arms. I took her back to the office for the rest of the day and, by the end of the day had decided to take her home. She was probably dumped because she was a little damp but she wold have been dead if she had spent the night in the ice storm.
Bio:
Her name means "Queen" in Russian. I have no proof that she is a bengal but, after consulting with several breeders, her color and structure leave little doubt. She was probaly BYB. If you believe otherwise, plase feel free to say so and why.
Lives Remaining:
9 of 9
Forums Motto:
Russian Bengal Queen
The Groups I'm In:
All of us who drink from the faucet - or other running water!, Bengal Cats
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Cat Food
I've Been On Catster Since:
| September 18th 2006 |
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More than 5 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
386569
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September 18th 2006 6:00 pm
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Those goldfish have been staring at me again. I try to stare them down but it never seems to work. I will sit with my nose pressed to the glass but they never flinch. They sometimes startle when I bat at the glass but that is happening less and less. Now they have started attacking me. Sometimes when I press my lovely nose to the glass, the one called Bob will charge me. He gives me no choice but to scream, jump a foot into the air while doing a 180, then run from the room and full speed. One of these days I am not going to be fast enough and he's going to get me. I just know it.
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