Domestic Shorthair/Siamese
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Home:Rochester, NY  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue


I like to yell at Mommy and snuggle up with her at night

Mommy ignoring me when I want something

Favorite Toy:
I loooove them milk rings and caps!

Favorite Nap Spot:
Somewhere near Mommy

Favorite Food:
Whatever Mommy feeds us

Mommy says I'm the best alarm clock to ever shatter her eardrums


Arrival Story:
A cat rescue found my brother and I when we were small kittens and gave us a nice home and food and lots of other playmates. The humans knew our cat mommy had been Siamese because my brother looked like a purebred Siamese. We both tried to be cute and I guess he was better because he got a home first and I had to keep going to those noisy, confusing adoption day events and no one would take me home. I was getting real sick of always being taken to strange places. One day, my human mommy came to an adoption day to sign paperwork for another cat who was being adopted by her parents in New York State. Human Mommy told them about the cat and they wanted her, or something. Doesn't concern me so why talk about it more? My human mommy decided to come and cuddle and pet all the kitties at the adoption day and she was looking for another cat to keep her big, fat white cat, Sam, company and to get him to start moving more because he was fat (he was!). Mommy wasn't sure about me at first because I was a kitten, and kittens are easier to find homes for (so she thinks! I was waiting six months!), and I had a Big Mouth from the Siamese in me, but I was a ball of energy and my big ears made her laugh and it *had* been six months and I was still waiting for a home so she took me with her (and I yelled all the way to her flat!).

When I first got to my new home, I hid under her bed and when she put up a baby gate in front of the door and cracked the door, I stuck my head through, saw Sam sitting in the hall, and hissed real big at him so he'd know not to mess with me. Mommy says Sam looked at me, then at her with an expression that seemed to say "What's her problem?" Mommy says she knew then that everything would be fine as soon as I realized what a nice guy Sam was. I made sure he knew who was boss of the place now and that he answered to me! Sam said he didn't care as long as he could keep sleeping in the armchair all day. When he found out how loud I can yell, he asked if I'd yell in Mommy's ear each morning so she'd feed us. I already planned to so Sam and I teamed up. I'm the brains, he's the brute strength. Works very well. Now, to find out why Mommy resists my Kitty ESP at night when we want a snack or ten and do something about it...

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Noise is good. So is looking cute.

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 26th 2007 More than 8 years!

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The Furry Alarm Clock Emotes

Running things really takes it out of you!

July 22nd 2007 8:30 pm
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Humans wonder why we cats sleep all the time. The answer is simple: do you have any idea how taxing it is to keep things running smoothly day after day when you have to deal with another cat who thinks he actually has a say in what goes on and a human slave who seems to think the flat and everything in it is hers. It's mine. ALL of it (but don't tell Sam. I let him think he owns some of it).

I have to get the human out of bed to feed Sam and me. Why he doesn't help me, I haven't a clue. He's so lazy sometimes. More than the human, if you can believe it. He does help me yell at her to hurry up and get us our food faster. She laughs at us. Insolent human! I shall have to pee on her pillow for that. Later, though. I need to take a bath and then a nap. Hard work being gorgeous and making sure the morning meal comes, know what I mean?

I start reminding the human to feed Sam and me again about an hour or so before the usual meal time, since she's quite forgetful and is so easily distracted by that strange thing with weird pictures and that board with things you press that magically adds stuff to the strange thing with weird pictures. She really likes those strange things. Humans are very odd.

In the evening, I sit on a shelf above the human's desk and watch her play with those strange things she likes so much. I want her to know I'm watching her and making sure she doesn't do anything I don't approve of. Sometimes she insists on making me lie on my back while she does something strange to my claws. The horror and humiliation! Those nice, sharp points I was so careful to get perfect, all gone. Now I must start again. Maybe this time she'll leave them alone. I protest the entire time she's destroying all my hard work. She laughs. I must poop on her bed as well as peeing on her pillow. After my bath and nap, of course. Hard work being this gorgeous. Need my beauty sleep, and lots of it.


My First Scratchings

March 26th 2007 10:30 pm
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Mommy calls me her Furry Alarm Clock and she says I'm always emoting, whatever that is. She says I do it loudly. VERY loudly, which is enough to tell everyone I have Siamese in me, even if my head and huge ears didn't give it away. She is always laughing at my ears. I think I have lovely ears. Some days, I yell extra loud in her ear from breakfast if she laughed too much at me the day before.

I am so pretty. I have very shiny black fur and gorgeous yellow eyes and Mommy says I am living decor. Or was it interactive decor? I don't remember. I was too busy making sure every piece of fur was lined up perfectly to pay much attention to Mommy. What's decor? Is it a good thing? Mommy says I'm gorgeous. She also says I'm cute and I'm really cute when I roll onto my back sort of and look at her with my head upside down and let her pet my belly. That always makes her smile and giggle and pet me and I get what I want. It works better than Kitty ESP. That doesn't work too well on her. I don't know why. Sam says Mommy was made immune to it (whatever being immune is) by the cats she grew up with. Why would they do that? Traitors. It's one of our most important tools and if it doens't work on her, we are in trouble. She thinks I am really cute when I sit on her desk, tail wrapped around my paws, and stare at her with my head to the side, like I'm studying her seriously. She just pets me and laughs when I do that. Stupid Mommy! You're supposed to feed me and Sam!

I like to curl up near Mommy wherever she is so she can pet me and tell me how beautiful I am. I like to jump up on her at night when she is on the bed sleeping and get attention. Mommy always laughs and tries to make me sit where she wants me to but I always show her who's boss and sit with my butt towards her face. She just laughs and pets me. I'm starting to think she doesn't care if I do that. Maybe I should stop turning around so I'm facing her when I feel more comfortable. I think I am giving her what she wants when I do that and it's a betrayal of all we cats hold dear to give humans what they want.

I want to catch that lovebird Mommy has in that mental bar thing and calls Jack. She says his real name is Captain Jack, after some Captain Jack Sparrow. There's a sparrow named Captain Jack, too? And what's this Harkness named Captain Jack Mommy likes, too? Is a Harkness an easy-to-catch bird? Where can I find one? I like birds. They are good with soy sauce. Mommy tells her friends that she likes cats; they taste like chicken. How would she know? Her friends says she is sick and they laugh. Sick is a good thing? Mommy says she never wants me and Sam to be sick and she makes it sound like a bad thing. Why are humans so confusing?

Uh, oh! I need to go and stare at Mommy and use Kitty ESP to make her feed us. Maybe it will work this time!

Maya Jean, Queen of All She Surveys.

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