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"Yes I am the cushion Queen."
Age: 15 Years Sex: Female Weight: 11 lbs.
|Home:Adelaide, South Australia, Australia ||[I have a diary!] |
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"Chillin' at my new house"
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"Proud and attentive daddy Hookbeak"
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""Be afraid birdies, be very afraid!""
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"Chillin' in the sun"
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October 25th 1998
Her mummy, her sister Puss Puss pictured below, fresh ham, exploring the roof .
Being petted when she's not in the mood. The yappy dog next door and...The vacuum cleaner monster
At the moment fuzzy jingle balls, catnip pillow and white mousie from Bruce in England, oh and purple Squeaky Mouse from Alfie (my Guardian Angel).
Favorite Nap Spot:
On my clean folded washing, on top of the laundry cupboard on her blankey and in mummy's bed
Hot roast chicken, ham off the bone, people tuna, eggy milk and ballies. AND toast and vegemite....yummmm
Can smell hot chicken through lead walls. Retrieving toys thrown. See the picture of me begging for cheese, how undignified.
indoors and outdoors
My son saved this tiny kitten from the "bucket of death by drowning." Some hideous human he knew through a friend of a friend had her on death row because she was the runt of her litter. His explanation - no one wants a skinny ginger kitten that looks sickly- WHAT THE, I love ginger cats. You nasty man - by some miracle all the kittens went to good homes thanks to my son and the nasty man's daughter.
Rizzys mum was a street kit living in a shed at the back of the house around the corner. I offered to have her mummy desexed but the nasty man who lived there wouldn't agree. That cat had kittens every season so the local school kids would take them in.
That leaves my baby. How did Rizzy get to our house?
I found my son late one afternoon dozing on the sofa with a heavy quilt over him. I was immediately suspicious because it was the middle of summer. Whatcha got under the blanket I asked. Nothin' he replied.
Then I pulled back the covers to reveal a tiny ginger fur-ball. I am a sucker for cats at the best of times and we already had 3. Ah well whats one more. I bonded with Rizza straight away and its been like that ever since.
My son is 31 now and Rizzy is 15. She is without doubt my favourite feline of all time and I've known a few. She loves her mummy unconditionally and when I say "time for bed" she runs into my room and jumps up on the pillows.
She instantly became head of our household. My hubby and I adore her. She has quite a personality. (She's very bossy.) But she's my baby and she knows it. Gotta love that cat.
She thinks she the reincarnation of a princess, so we don't say anything to upset her little fantasy. Hate to burst her bubble.
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I am a Princess I just look like a cat
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January 30th 2014 5:04 pm
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Some of you older catsters will remember my diary entries when Australia's oldest surviving zoo flamingo was attacked at Adelaide zoo (by some Moron with no idea).
We watched him recover slowly. He was held in a sling at night because his 80 year old legs could not hold him. But survive he did and he went on to be the Zoo's oldest and most visited resident.
Over the past few months his arthritic legs shook, just to hold him upright, he is blind and his quality of life was heading downhill at record speed.
So the keepers did what any compassionate person would do, they helped him on his way to the Rainbow Bridge.
We are no longer allowed to import Flamingoes so his companion is the only one left in Australia.
Vale dear old Greater, (that's his real name) everyone will mjiss you.
Love Rizza and the Kangaroo Kitties
January 18th 2014 11:08 pm
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In the words of Lewis Carroll, the time has come the Walrus said, for us all to leave our pages behind. To no longer see how our friends are doing or even know if they are OK. Catster, Catster what have you done.
We receive postcards every time Anja goes to Italy and Xmas cards from all our friends. I have a Hazel Lucy Tranquility blanket and I cried for Catsy. I loved the arrival of Cash and Gibbs to help overcome a wounded heart caused by the death of Buddy.
I prayed for Muppett and was welcomed aboard by Karma Kitty 7 years ago, maybe longer???. I love Tony from Tennis Sea and little Max who doesn't say much. Bloo Bloo and Annie the Junction's spokescat.Horus, Chumly and Sam.
I entered the World's Coolest and I gave and received gifts.
I have seen the greatest cats come and go, so many in fact they can't all be mentioned here like Mercy, Alfie, Rocky Ann, Taz, Hazel Lucy, and I've even seen one return...hello Mr D.
It is such a sad situation that this wonderful community will pass into the night and sail away.
I have to tell you all, that although the last 2 years have taken a different direction I have looked in on you from time to time and said hello, even when you didn't know. But I want you to know that I have enjoyed every sandpaper kiss, every head-bonk, email, gifty and diary entry. Every soulful story and each passing as if I were there.
I had a ball. I enjoyed it all. I made wonderful connections.
I am devastated that Caster will no longer be, but immensely grateful that it was.
All my love, kitty kisses
Rizza and the Kangaroo Kitties
and mummy Deb The Crazy Cat Lady
November 6th 2012 3:11 am
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Mummy says the magpies are now teenagers. They squabble with each other competing for mum and dads attention, and now they come to our place alone or in a group of 3 naughty birdies, squawking at my mummy for food.
I hide by making myself as flat as I can on the pavers and give them my best scary face. Doesn't seem to work yet, but it will.
They even get mummy up at 5.30am yelling at her from our patio table. They have lost their fluff and are getting very grown up looking.
Thank you for my birthday emails everyone and to Ka-Zar for my bunch of flowers. Thankyou I had a great day.
I'll keep you posted on those pesky birdies.
PS: Mummy went back to work so she can't spend as much time on Catster coz my daddy lost his job after 30 years at the same place. They closed down. Daddy is called a house-husband now, hee hee. I love it coz he is home with me all day.
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