Nicknames: Princess Prettypants, Miss Kitty Fantastico, Jujubee, Jellybean, Julep, Shiny Bunny, Precious Jewel, Hey Stop That Right Now, Jubi (thanks, Tibby!)
Birthday: September 27th 2005
Coloration: Black and White
Likes: Attention! Petting, getting and giving kisses, playing with my toys, tummy rubs, being held and carried, being talked to, playing the clicker game with Mom, general cuddling ... as long as it's about me!
Pet-Peeves: My little brother, Skeeter! I could also do without having my claws trimmed. And I hate when I am all comfy on a pile of clean laundry and Mom makes me move so she can fold things.
Favorite Toy: Booda Soft Bite mice, my fishing-lure cat dancer, boxes big enough to jump in and out of, Mom
Favorite Nap Spot: On the penthouse deck of the tall kitty condo, or the top shelf of Mom's closet -- I like to be up high, so I can keep an eye on things.
Favorite Food: I am not exactly a picky eater, but I like to think of myself as having a discerning palate. My very favorite human food is steak, and my favorite extra-special treat is turkey baby food!
Skills: Mom taught me clicker games -- I can sit, stand, give a paw, jump through hoops, run an obstacle course, and more!
Arrival Story: Mom met me at the animal shelter where she volunteers, just a couple of weeks after my angel-sister Spike went to the Rainbow Bridge.
I was brought to the shelter by a rescue group. I'm not sure how I got there; all I know is, I woke up with a headache. When Mom first saw me I was still in the quarantine room for new arrivals. I was skinny and sick, with dull, rough fur, and stitches on my tummy from being spayed. But our eyes met across the room, and she came over to my cage. I went right to the front of the cage to meet her. I rubbed my cheek against her hand and started to purr, and she saw immediately that even though I had been through a rough time I was brave and smart and spirited and affectionate and would take good care of her.
Then, the day before I was scheduled to be available for adoption, I got put in the hospital instead! Mom had to wait six weeks for me while I was in the shelter clinic getting treated for, um, *whispers* ringworm.
The shelter and clinic staff were all so caring, and made me all well again, and the very day I got out of the hospital Mom was there to take me home. Hooray!
Mom was worried that I'd be shy and skittish after being in the hospital for so long, getting yucky things done to me -- silly Mom! When we got home, I jumped out of the carrier, purring, and started enthusiastically exploring. Soon I was on Mom's lap and helping her create my Catster page! Mom had set up her office as a special room for me, with a bed and treehouse and food and a litter box and lots of toys. (Dad said it was almost like making a nursery for a new baby.) But I got bored with staying in one room pretty fast. Within a day or two I had the run of the house! I slept on Mom's bed with her my second night, and cuddled close to her all night long. I have been Mom's little princess ever since.
Now, of course, my coat is so shiny that Mom says I look like I am made from patent leather, and I am the queen of my realm (my little brother Skeeter is the court jester. Or maybe the village idiot.) Don't you just love happy endings?
Bio: Things To Love About Me!
-- My satiny, shiny, glossy black fur.
-- My oh so soft white fur.
-- My sweet little jellybean toepads: 14 pink, 1 black, and 1 half pink, half black.
-- My long majestic white whiskers.
-- I follow Mom everywhere, and come running when she calls me!
-- My soft, purr-y cuddliness.
-- If you toss a toy mousie towards me, I'll snatch it out of the air!
-- My trilly purr.
-- I am a strong yet graceful leaper! I can jump onto the top of Mom's dresser, and from there to the top shelf of the closet, without even rattling Mom's perfume bottles.
-- My velvety ears.
-- My sleek head.
-- I love to watch Mom cook! I sit on the kitchen table, out of her way, and just observe.
-- My gentle yet assertive nose-kisses.
-- I also love to help Mom study! I sit on the desk next to her while she types, to make sure she doesn't make any mistakes. Or I lie down on her book, to make sure she doesn't lose her place.
-- My big bright eyes.
-- My delicate, expressive wisp of a tail.
-- I am very smart! I have trained Mom to do lots of things!
-- My patent-leather nose.
-- If you are sad, I will come sit on your lap to comfort you.
Yesterday Mom draped our living room in strings of colorful lights, and wrapped lights all around our little artificial Xmas tree (Mom calls it our "everlasting Yule shrub"). I was interested! I watched closely to make sure Mom did a good job, and I made a few aesthetic suggestions, which Mom wisely followed -- mostly. She had to rearrange one string of lights because Skeeter was chewing on it, and I had told her not to hang lights along the banister where Skeeter could reach them to begin with. Next time I bet she will listen to my advice, MOL!
Then Mom got a big box from the closet. A box! I love boxes! Then it got even better! Mom started taking out little crinkly bundles of colorful tissue paper and unwrapping that wonderful crinkly paper to reveal *gasp!* pretty shiny sparkly things! Of course I had to supervise this operation.
"Mom," I said, jumping onto the coffee table where Mom was carefully arranging the sparkly baubles, "some of these ornaments look very fragile. Perhaps I should test their durability by knocking them onto the floor?"
Mom declined my offer, for some reason.
"In that case," I suggested, "how about I sit in this box lid, to keep it from flying away, in case there is an earthquake or something?"
Mom agreed that this would be a big help. So I made sure the box lid didn't fly away until dinner time. Plus, while I was making sure the box lid didn't fly away, I gave Mom advice about where each ornament should go on the tree. It is a good thing I am such an efficient multi-tasker!
So now, with my assistance, the holidays have officially arrived at our house! Mom is done with the thing she calls "final exams" ... she calls them final, but they have been happening twice a year for a few years now, so, I'm just saying, where's the "final"? ... And that means that the books are (temporarily) put away, the tree and the lights are up, and there is shiny paper and ribbon everywhere! Even though there are not many presents this year, we are all feeling merry! Mom says the best present is love, and we sure have plenty of that!
Mom is back in school and now that she is gone all day, Skeeter and I miss our Catster pals so much that we begged and begged her until she said we could come and play again. We have had lots of adventures since we disappeared back in February, and I'm sure it will make a great story, but in the meantime I'm just glad to be back.