Breed Unknown/British Shorthair
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Age: 16 Years   Sex: Female

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Woub, Miss Kitty, Miss Thing, Fuzzy Monkey

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-pound cat

Brown-Patched Tabby

Telling other cats when they're in her space

not being an only cat, havign a similar colouration to another cat in the house

Favorite Toy:
fluffy balls

Favorite Nap Spot:
the spare towel stack in the bathroom

catching furry balls and bringing them to her people


Arrival Story:
Autumn found her person at the humane society. Fittingly, she waited (somewhat patiently) as humanoids were paraded for her approval until she found the best one.

Autumn was an only cat for a while. Then her person rescued a stray, and then another, and then he married someone with two more cats. Autumn approves of the marriage, but is not so thrilled about sharing living space with even more cats. Autumn has a BIG thing about guitar players!! She sorta gets a crush on anyone who comes over to practice, especially Paul ~~hi Paul~~.

I've Been On Catster Since:
November 10th 2006 More than 10 years!

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The Amazingly Awesome Autumn

And Now There is a Fish

December 13th 2006 10:28 am
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Well! I suppose I'm not really surprised. When we decided that MY purrson was lonely and might be happier with a mate I did realize that each purrson has their own little foibles which must be adapted to. The one we chose was really quite a good selection, all things considered. She gets along well with cats, which was obviously a prime consideration.

She also has a positive fascination for almost all forms of life - plants, frogs, mice, fish, butterflies, birds.... Realy, we suspect she has some cat in her breeding. We felt this fascination with chasing and collecting lots of life forms would be a good quality to have as a mate for my purrson - he does need some chasing and collecting himself, on occasion.

So as I said, I'm not surprised that yesterday she brought home a fish - a beta, I believe. Apparently she and my purrson, her mate, went out and hunted it down and brought it home together; it's so cute to see them sharing these activities!

Of course, it was installed in it's own little home where it can be viewed comfortably from the bed, the chair, or when available, the pile of laundry on the chair. It can also be viewed less comfortably by placing one's back paws on the closest stable surface, one front paw on the stand it sits on, and the remaining front paw on the side of the fish house. This produces a sensation exactly like placing a paw on a cup, and nothing is felt when the fish moves. Nevertheless, EVERYONE in the household except me has tried this manouvre. The fish house also has a cover, and is stuck down with stik-tac (a substance they use around here to keep vases, pottery, figurines, picture frames... all SORTS of things from being re-arranged).

Still, it's quite amusing to watch everyone watch the fish! I think I'll get quite a few giggles from this one!

Autumn, the Dignified


My First Diary!

November 20th 2006 9:17 am
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Well! It's now time for ME to start a diary!! I am letting this be known by sittign on my purrson's lap and walking all over the keyboard while she tries ot get her e-mail done. Clearly, it's my turn. As soon as she lets me I will type some words on my own.


Look - I hit the caps lock!! Boy aren't I cool! Translated, that means that I typed things for myself, and now I will sit on the mouse pad and shed on the keyboard. Why do thay call it a mouse pad when there's nothing to chase. I wonder?? Perhaps it's a misnomer and really ought to be referred to as "Reserved Parking", for the cat, of course.

I suppose, since I'm shedding, that someone will drag out the kitty brush soon. They got this crazy idea that I shoudl be brushed EVERY DAY. I pretend it's beneath my dignity, but it's actually rather soothing, and I haven't coughed up as many hairballs since they started making a point of daily brushings. Well, as long as they stop with that and don't decide on daily baths I think I can cope.


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