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. A certain kitty, beautiful beyond compare, will be celebrating her Sweet 16 soon. For the first time in, like, forever, she won't have a gorgeous birthday page to complement her pulchritude and help celebrate this special occasion. Oh my. Such disappointment. Will Catster ever be the same again?
I can't believe the secret about Catster's new owner(s) has been kept so well for so long. Not a peep. No flood of rumours. Nothing. Oh my. FOR THE LOVE OF YEOWWW NIP WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TELL US WHAT"S GONNA HAPPEN WITH THIS SITE!!! Oh my. Excuse me. I got a little more emotional there than a proper lady such as myself should get. Ahem... So sorry...
Oh my oh my oh my. Mother was sooo cranky yesterday. She wouldn't even let us snuggle with her at bed time. She was a tossin' and a turnin' so much there was no way we could settle down in one place. She says she got maybe a couple hours sleep in total. Oh my.
Mother wasn't cranky about Catster or anything like that. She uses other words to describe her feelings in that department. A proper lady such as myself would never utter such things. Oh my no. Nope, mother was all cranky 'cause she had the mother of all toothaches. Again, she used other, naughty words to describe her tooth. This morning she realized she had an abscess so off to the dentist she went.
I think she's gonna be cranky again tonight 'cause the abscess never had a chance to pop on its own. The dentist had to slice and dice it at his office. All the anesthetic he used hasn't completely worn off yet...
Oh my. Mother got antibiotics that she has to take THREE times a day and some painkillers to take as required. OMC!!! THINK OF ALL THAT CHEEZ WHIZ SHE COULD BE HAVING EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!! But you know what she says? She says, "I don't need Cheez Whiz to take my pills." HOLY CATNIP!! There is something seriously wrong with her. All that Cheez Whiz that could be.