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Leave a treat for Zora
Nicknames: Zor, Boo Boo, My Muse, Bathroom Buddy, Heavy Z
Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Coloration: Tortoiseshell
Likes: Hanging out with Mom in the bathroom. Lying on the bookshelf by the window when it's sunny. Lying in front of the heating vent when it's cold. Pawing at blankets and humans endlessly to get comfortable before lying down. Food--lots of it! Tuna!
Pet-Peeves: When Tailless Cat swats me out of the litter box, and when Tailless Cat gets to the bathroom before me.
Favorite Toy: Turbo Scratcher, those catnip bags, and the dangle mouse.
Favorite Nap Spot: On the bookshelf when it's sunny. In Tailless Cat's cat bed. On the futon. By the heating vent. Behind Mom's iMac.
Favorite Food: Dry food. And tuna. Lots of both, but not mixed together. Sometimes treats. I have an interest in them, but I never eat them.
Skills: Even though I'm missing an eye, I'm a good jumper. I just have to study a little longer before making that jump.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: Late November 1997, Mr. Bob said he wanted another cat. Mom, of course, jumped on the opportunity to adopt another fur baby. But because Mr. Bob was the one who wanted another cat, he was going to try and pick one out. His goal was to have a cat that liked him; a cat that would be his. (Neither of which were Callie and Skittles). They went to Petsmart; Mr. Bob didn't find anyone that interested him. They then went to the vet to get cat food. There was a sign on the window about how they had two cats looking for a home: a calico and a tortie. When they went inside to get the cat food, they asked to see the calico. The human at the front desk said the calico was already adopted, but then asked if we wanted to see the tortie, adding that the tortie was a sweetie. Mom said, "Sure." The human brought me out; I walked around on the counter sniffing, not really paying attention to Mom and Mr. Bob. Mr. Bob didn't like me because I only had one eye, and my missing eye was still runny and goopy. The human explained how I was a stray someone brought in, because supposedly a kid had poked my eye out. Mom was excited how I was missing my left eye, because she can't see out of her left eye. Mr. Bob didn't seem interested in me, though he was curious about the Siamese kittens the human's friend had up for adoption (for a cost). Mom called about them at work one day, but she wasn't excited about Siameses. She really wanted to adopt me because we had that bad left eye thing in common, and she wanted to give me a good home. She called the vet, and told them that she would take me, then called Bob and made up some excuse about how the Siameses weren't adoptable, so they were taking the tortie at the vet. Bob agreed--but I *never* became his cat! Hee-hee!
Bio: I was a mess when Mom brought me home. My left eye was all stitched up--I had a *wad* of black stitching on my eye. And my stomach was all stapled because the vet had spayed me. Mom thought the staples were creepy; she had never seen an animal with staples before. Skittles hated me, at first. He always whacked at me whenever I walked into the room. After awhile, I started hitting back, and Mom never yelled at me since it was payback. What's funny now is... when Tailless Cat goes after me... Skittles always runs in, like he's going to protect me. Even though he doesn't actually do anything. It's the thought that counts. I have a flabby tummy--which freaked Mom out when it started growing. She thought I had a tummy tumor and took me to the vet, and Dr. Linville told her, "No, Zora's just flabby. Some cats are like that." And my flabby tummy just grew and grew, and it jiggles back and forth when I run. I also have a snaggletooth. It's my lower front tooth. And I don't really have a profile--it looks like it's squished in. When we all lived at Mom's parents after she broke up with Mr. Bob, Grandpa called me "Boo Boo" because of my squished profile and snaggletooth. I don't meow much either. It's not really a meow. It's more like forced squeaks. Mom and Grandma thinks that maybe my voice got messed up when the stupid kid poked my eye out--like he grabbed me around my neck and squeezed my voice right out from me.
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: Food? Please? And heat?
The Groups I'm In: ♥ The Pet Poetry Group ♥, Catster University, One Eyed Kittys, POTTY PALS, The Tortoiseshells Club, Tortoiseshell Cats of Catster, ~*Totally Torties!!*~, ~*~Tortoiseshell Lovers!~*~
Fun Facts: The humans at the vet named me.
If I'm in the bathroom alone and Mom's not there, I'll meow really loud.
I'm always the first one to the food bowls in the mornings. Well, now, it's me and Tailless Cat. And Tailless Cat took over my gray dish.
I have a loud purr too, but I think Skittles' purr is louder.
Nothing bothers me. I was in that tornado too, but I'm not freaked out about storms or anything. I mean, I had my eye poked out, and now I have a really good home. I'm not going to freak out or complain about anything.
I like to help Mom write. When she's having problems, I sit by her on the desk for encouragement.
The Cincy Three and Mom has been excited all week about daylight-saving time. We're all big fans of it being lighter longer. Keeps Mom in a better mood, and we all like being able to look out of the windows with the windows open, so we can feel the breeze, and being able to watch things longer before it gets dark.
But we all slept until 3:30 p.m. today! Even though, really, it's 2:30, which would've been the typical time Mom wakes up on the weekend.
Mom said she had a really interesting dream that would probably make a good story. She asked if I could hop on the computer and find music with a "castle" and an "immortal" theme. But not immortal like in vampire. She's not a big fan of vampires, for some reason. She once told me that it was because vampires are always written about.
So I thought I'd hop on Catster while I look through Mom's iTunes, and go through some paw-mail. Mom gets distracted when she does writing. It's only fair that I do too. :)
It's for the weekly poetry contest over at the Pet Poetry Group.
Mom didn't help me. She doesn't like to write poetry.
Clustered leaves in groups of four, Luck bestowed to cats who find. Over a rainbow, one must seek Vivid green in fields abound. Examining carefully, each delicate plant. Reaching gently, hoping to find Special wishes, waiting for me.
Mom hasn't started her plotting binge yet. She doesn't think she's going to. Instead, she took it easy this morning, and stayed in bed for a long time with Callie and Skittles because she doesn't do enough cuddle time with us in the bed.
At some point, while they were all watching TV, I jumped up to claim my spot on the futon. I was only at the end of the bed, on the kitty blankets. Skittles turned and looked at me, then came after me, swatting. I leaned back, tried swatting at him, then kinda fell off/jumped off the futon. I went running into the kitchen, only to have Callie chase after me. Luckily, Tailless Cat remained in the kitchen window.
Everybody's been doing that a lot lately. Ganging up on me. I don't know why. I'm the most easiest cat to get along with.
So I came back into the living room, and jumped up on Mom's computer desk, and sat behind her iMac, which is my new safe spot lately. Mom still was all covered up on the futon, but she watched lick and lick myself. (Later on... Mom said she had a bad feeling about me doing so much licking.)
When Mom finally got up, she came over and pet me. I was still behind the iMac. And that's when she saw little blood specks on the wall by me. And then she saw blood spots on the lower base of her computer desk, and blood splatters on the stepstool she uses as her computer chair. Then she went in the kitchen and saw blood splotters on the floor by the food dishes and on the flower rug by the heating vent.
She got me out from behind the computer and checked me out. She couldn't find any hurts or dried blood or anything. Well, the third time she checked me out, she found some crusty fur on my front paw, so she cleaned me up with a wet washcloth, but never found any blood. I did a really good job at tending to my wound.
Mom gave me lots of hugs though and apologized for not checking on me when she had the bad feeling. She just thought Skittles was being typical Skittles, and I didn't make any sort of hurt noise or anything when Skittles came after me. It was all just typical Kitty Fight Club.
About an hour later, the three of us were all zonked out on the futon like what happened earlier today never did happen. Tailless Cat is in the box in the kitchen pantry.
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