Willow The Terrible!

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Age: 10 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Willow, NO!!! Willow, STOP!!! Willow, Don't BITE ME!!! E-V-I-L!!! You Little @%&#!!!

Sun Sign:
July 4th 2006


Terrorizing The Dogs!

Don't Touch Me Unless I Want To Be Touched!

Favorite Toy:
My Kitty Condo!

Favorite Nap Spot:
Under The Bed Covers. On My Kitty Condo. On Top Of My Mom's Legs. And, If She Tries To Move During The Night I WILL Bite Her!

Favorite Food:
Anything The Dogs Are Eating!

Mom Says I Have MAJOR Tortitude!!! I'm COMPLETELY Fearless And I Love To Climb!


I Rule The House!!!

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
I Bite!!!

My Meow Day - July 4th, 2006:

My Family & Friends:

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 2nd 2006 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

Meet my family
Benny The
Foxy RoxyMouse Little Billy
MaximusLeo The LionTimmy

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Stay Away... I Bite!

Day 263 Of My Captivity:

April 1st 2007 5:56 pm
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My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt
to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what
this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around her feet as she was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. She is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. She is obviously retarded!

The bird has to be an informant! I observe him communicate with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,
so he is safe... for now.......

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