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Age: 18 Years Sex: Female Weight: 9 lbs.
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Leave a treat for Fannie
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Birthday:
January 10th 1994
Coloration:
Black
Likes:
I am the alpha cat in my family. Don't mess with me. Scratch my head. Thanks, that's fine, now I have something more important to do.
Pet-Peeves:
That little Haskell really gets on my nerves when he pounces on me. You'd think after the 12,673rd time I swat him for doing that, he'd get it, and he'd CUT IT OUT, but he just doesn't learn.
Favorite Toy:
Sometimes I deign to play with sock-on-a-string. Nothing else is worthy.
Favorite Nap Spot:
The best spots in the house, of course. On the very top of the entertainment center, right in front of the heater vent, in winter, and on my mom's bed in summer. It's a pretty posh bed.
Favorite Food:
Tuna. Preferably, toro, or at the very least, sashimi-grade. Well, at least, that's what I DESERVE, but do I get that? No. Piffle.
Skills:
I am by far the most intelligent cat ever. I actually know my name & come when called, unlike my silly siblings, and I am adept at opening doors, cupboards, etc.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
I started off in a shelter. A friend of mom's adopted me as a second cat and companion for her first cat. I did NOT like that cat and started socking it around until it spent all its time under the bed. It deserved it, believe me. However, my first person figured I'd do best as an only cat, and I came to be with my mom. Fannie is actually short for Phantom, because I'm a black cat, but nobody ever calls me that. I was an only cat for a long time but then my mom added Jen and then, this year, Haskell. I suppose the other two are tolerable.
Bio:
In my youth I was quite a troublemaker. I once knocked over an entire bookshelf and destroyed four plants. That was fun. And when I was living in an apartment complex, on a second story, I was sitting in the window watching the birds in the trees. Well. The birds were just TOO tempting. I FLUNG myself against the screen, ripping it out of its frame, to try to get to those little feathered freaks, and then to my surprise I was falling through the air! I only fell one story and landed in the shrubbery. Mom came and got me and I was pretty annoyed and shaken up and so I made her hunt through the shrubbery for an hour or so before I let her catch me. Then, of course, she took me to the EVIL VET. But I was fine. No problems!
Lives Remaining:
9 of 9
Forums Motto:
Don't tread on me!
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Teething - help
My Temper:
I have a really horrible temper when I go to the vet. I try to bite and claw them. I think they deserve it. After all, whenever I go to see them, they give me shots, pills, and stick a thermometer up my butt! However, they've figured out that I won't bite my mom. I mean, that would be stupid. She feeds me and pets me, and after all, I am a smart cat. So whenever I go to the vet, mom has to be with me ALL THE TIME. If you put me in a cage at the vet and try to get me out without mom around -- WATCHIT!
I am planning on taking a thumb or finger next time I go. Mwahahahahaha!
I may sound like an evil old crotchety cat, but I think I'm mom's favorite. Maybe *because* she knows I'm HER cat, haha.
I've Been On Catster Since:
| March 11th 2007 |
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More than 4 years! |
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Catster Id:
496926
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March 11th 2007 10:04 pm
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Herself provided us an especially tasty dinner of tuna flakes tonight, and stayed to watch us eat it. Presumably because That Annoying Haskell had an upset stomach and she wanted to make sure he ate. She usually gives us dinner in the kitchen and then leaves, but tonight she didn't. So, she discovered that lately I've been beating the crud out of Haskell and eating his dinner as well. Why not? After all, I AM the top cat of the household. I deserve extra food. And even if I can't eat it all myself, I don't want HIM to have it.
Well, apparently my creative reapportionment of the food supply didn't meet with Herself's approval. All mealtimes from here on out will be supervised. There goes my chance to get seconds. However, on the bright side, Herself has been reading a lot about cat diets, especially raw food, and she informed me that she was going to cut out the dry food and increase the wet food, and look into a raw diet. Sounds good; kibble's all well and good, but wet is better! Although I certainly hope she doesn't expect me to start killing my dinner myself. That, after all, is what the staff's for, isn't it?
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