Nicknames: 'Hiro, Cheerio, fuzzbutt, Little Miss Thang, GET OFF THE TABLE!
Gotcha Date: August 15th 2006
Coloration: Orange Tabby
Likes: Chihiro loves snuggling in bed. Her favorite place to lie is on my chest, or curled up next to me, purring up a storm.
Pet-Peeves: Chihiro hates the squirt bottle we squirt her with when she is bad, though she loves trying to escape it.
Favorite Toy: Midnight Crazies, only sold at Wal-Mart. Otherwise? Anything on a table that isn't nailed down.
Favorite Nap Spot: Chihiro loves sleeping on the back of the couch and on whichever bed is available. She prefers the guest room because then she isn't competing for space and can claim all of it.
Favorite Food: Chihiro LOVES mint. She doesn't like catnip, but she loves all things minty. She'll steal gum right out of your mouth if you're not careful. She likes licking little bits of peppermint. When there's no mint around, her favorite is pureed wet food.
Skills: Chihiro is very good at getting into trouble, and getting right back out of it because she's so very cute.
Arrival Story: Chihiro was born feral, in a feral cat colony somewhere around Cincinnati, Ohio. When she was a few months old, she was caught and taken in to be neutered as part of an effort to decrease the feral population. Unfortunately, Chihiro had an allergic reaction to the anesthetic, and her brain swelled, putting pressure on the optic nerve. She was nursed back to health by a saint of a woman who worked at STAF, the Save the Animals Foundation. However, Chihiro was blinded by the reaction and wasn't expected to ever see again.
As the months went by, Chihiro's vision gradually improved. She can see well enough to get herself into plenty of trouble, but I don't think she has very good depth perception. Other than that, she is the image of health.
My college roommate and I moved to the area, and decided to adopt a kitty. When I found Chihiro through petfinder.com, I fell in love. We had to have her. So, my roommate and I adopted her, and she's lived happily with us since August 2006.
So, my mom started packing to leave for someplace. I didn't know where, and the last time she did it she left me with Michelle for almost a whole week. I thought I would DIE. This time, though, she got out my cat carrier and packed MY things, too, like some of my jingle balls and mousies, and my food and even the evil squirt bottle she shoots me with when I'm bad. What was going on?
I found out the next morning, when she shoved me in my carrier and hauled me in the car for HOURS. She says we're now in Michigan. All I know is, we're in a big house with wood floors and stairs and that DOG. Thankfully, mom and I are in a room by ourselves, with all my stuff, and she keeps the door shut so the dog stays out. It's nice.
The dog is just a puppy, and he thinks I'm a toy. He barks at me and pounces on me. I puff up and hiss and even swat at him, but that just makes him more excited. What gives? Those moves are supposed to work, guaranteed!
I can't wait to go back home to my house, where it's just me and mom and Michelle. That'll be nice.
It's been a few weeks since I last killed a bug, but that's 'cause it's December, and mom says there aren't as many bugs in December. On the other hand, I've killed lots of ornaments and wrapping paper! Some of the presents have to be up high so I won't kill them, though I don't know why. Mom doesn't seem to like it when I kill presents as much as when I bring her crickets, or kill the spiders she's so afraid of.
My mom is so weird.
She says we're going on a trip soon, to someplace hours away, to visit her family and that awful cocker spaniel puppy of theirs. I've never left Cincinnati before! She bought me a harness and leash and makes me wear it sometimes so I'll "get used to it." Psh, like I can get used to something restrictive like that! I don't know why she's torturing me like this. I hope the trip doesn't happen. Hmph.