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Leave a treat for Sasha ^PAWS^

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Nicknames: Tati (short for Tatiana)

Kitty Complexion:
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Badges:  Quick Bio:
 Birthday: April 24th 2005
 Coloration: Black and White

Likes: Playing and chasing other cats around the house at top speed

Pet-Peeves: "Don't even try to pick me up!"

Favorite Toy: Furry Mice, cardboard boxes, paper bags.

Favorite Nap Spot: In the sun

Favorite Food: Chicken when ever she can steal it.

Skills: Being adorably cute and being able to turn doorknobs.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story: She is one of Missy's girls. The bravest of all.

Bio: Her name is derived from a very old friend.
Sasha's story: Hey! I came into this world like I was shot out of a cannon! I was a very curious and very friendly kitten. I loved everyone. Mom used to take me and Rowena to work and feed us, so my furmom Missy could stay available to Eva and Liv, who had not been captured yet. Mom had the perfect set up for us, a cage with stuff we could play on, food, water, and the litterbox, which we thought was a wresting box. Hey, we were babies! What did we know? All 4 of us had our spay surgery together. That was entirely fun. 4 kitties on pain meds, playing in the litterbox. We were all up for adoption....until there was a hostage situation in the house next door. The police fired 11 rounds of tear gas into that house. We went from being nice kitties to scared kitties. Mom could not adopt us. So, here we are causing trouble. We jump at the slightest noise. We are not allowed outside ever, because of what happened. Our furmom Missy always looks out the front door because that is where the noise was coming from. I am the family troublemaker. If there is trouble, chances are I had something to do with it. I am also a big flirt. But I only flirt with Ivan!!!

Lives Remaining: 8 of 9

Forums Motto: I can work my cute like no one else!

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I've Been On Catster Since:
| December 16th 2006 |
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More than 6 years! |

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Catster Id: 441577

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April 14th 2013 7:36 pm
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My favorite place to nappies is on top of the wooden foot locker. I like it cuz its always cool. Meowmie just woke me up to tell me that I am pretty. I like that. Whiskers, my furdad is lying on the bed right above me. I think he is pouting. Mewomie told him to stop biting Paisan. I stay out of that stuff. I am a girly girl.
February 9th 2011 10:26 pm
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It's not that I am jealous of Bella. She is afraid of me and hisses at me all the time. Maybe I remind her of the cat that hurt her when she was a baby. I try to be friendly, but she hisses and hides. So, Bella and I take turns in the luxury palace mom built. Its a glorified dog kennel. mol. But it has all the creature comforts a kitty could want. We dont mind taking turns. But, it keeps us from fighting. I have been a house kitty all my life. I dont like to fight. Maybe as Bella gets older, she will chill out. In the mean time, pass the catnip bon bons, please?
September 12th 2010 5:27 am
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Its just not the same without him here. He was the funniest cat I ever knew. I miss his stories. I miss his hearts and pressies. I got sick after I found out he went to the bridge. I know he looks down on his mommy and daddy and I know he looks down on me from the bridge. I think I make him sad because I am sick. Mom babies me and lets me sleep where I want, and do what I want. I have problems with the nerve endings in my skin, so getting comfy is hard. I miss you Ivan.
Purrrs, Sasha.
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