Likes: Sleeping; eating; catnip; being held tummy side up like a baby and carried around; chin rubs
Pet-Peeves: Having her tummy rubbed; being at the v-e-t; Sullivan sometimes; being combed/brushed
Favorite Toy: toy mice, pretzel sticks
Favorite Nap Spot: her cat bed, a kitchen chair, corner of the sofa
Favorite Food: Wellness dry and canned; people tuna and chicken
Skills: She will sit up like a prairie dog when she wants her head rubbed
Arrival Story: Pansy came to us quite by accident. We were planning to eventually get another kitty to be a companion for Sullivan, but probably not until the fall. However, an acquaintance happened to mention that his elderly relative had recently passed away. He was tending to her affairs, one item of which was the disposal (his words) of her cat. He was going to take Pansy to the Humane Society as no one in the family was interested in taking care of her. The Humane Society here has a policy of never putting down animals due to lack of space. While this is commendable, it meant that Pansy could look forward to possibly spending the rest of her life sitting in a cage for much of that time, as long as she remained in good health. It's kitten season now and even at the best of times a nine year old cat doesn't have much of a chance to be adopted. So, being easily swayed by a sad story, we are now proud to be owned by a pretty tuxedo kitty.
Bio: We don't have very much information on Pansy's background. We've been told she's had one owner for all of her nine years. She seems well cared for and definitely has been well fed.
Oh my oh my oh my. There's a funny looking scrawny little poodle running around the house this afternoon. It has the same name as my bro: Kovo. Honestly, mother, if you have to bring that odd little thingie into our home could you not think up another name? A better name?
I don't like poodle Kovo. Neither does Sully. We've been hissing in unison at him. Our cat bro, Kovo, must be hiding somewhere. We haven't seen him since mother brought the poodle in a little while ago.
I hope mother bought poodle food for the new Kovo 'cause I'm not sharing my yummy cat food with him.
Oh my oh my oh my. I just want to thank all you kitties who gave us those pawsome cornucopiae-horn-of-plenty-balls-of-yarn-filled-thingies gifties for American Thanksgiving. That was so nice of you all!
Hope all our pals in the USofA are having a fun holiday this weekend.
Oh my oh my oh my. Sully and Kovo have been snickering at me all week 'cause they know I gotta go back to the vet soon for another blood test. That'll be THREE times in two months. That is so unfair!!!
Well, I know a secret about one of my stinkie bros whose name happens to start with a "K". The same week I gotta go back for a recheck he has to go back for a haircut. A BIG haircut. Mwahaahaa!!! Yesireeeeee, Kovo, you're gonna get a buzz cut all over your stubby little body 'cause it's lion cut time again for you! Mwahaahaa!!!
On a personal note, I don't mean to brag about myself 'cause I am modesty itself, but I've been an absolute saint about taking my pills everyday. Mother says when she offers me the Cheez Whiz coated pill I get a wild, feral look in my eyes. She says she fears for her safety when I gobble up that delicious Whiz-erful, wonderful treat. I'd eat all the pills in that bottle in one sitting if they had a bit of Whiz on them. I might eat your Cheez Whiz covered finger too, mother. I LOVE CHEEZ WHIZ!!! Oh my yes.