Hatshepsut


Cornish Rex
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Nicknames:
Hattie, Miss Hattie Fantastico, Cranky Old Lady

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Sun Sign:
Birthday:
November 28th 2005

Coloration:
Black Smoke

Favorite Toy:
So far, a fake dragonfly on a wand. She's crazy about it!

Skills:
I saw her pick up a jack with her paw -- like opposable thumbs!

Dwells:
indoors

Bio:
This baby is bald! Well, okay, she has a little suede fur but basically she is a hairless cornish. I love her so much and, so far, she doesn't aggrivate my allergies!

Forums Motto:
I own this place.

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Book recommendations

I've Been On Catster Since:
June 11th 2007 More than 7 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
561674


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Why must you torture me?


Who does she think she is?

June 15th 2007 12:56 pm
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I still have rumbly tummy and may have to go to the vet. I mean, I should go to the vet anyway -- especially if I will be staying in this house, which it seems like I will. I'm not so sure if I want to stay or not...

Yesterday morning, the Lady decided that the Dog and I had learned to avoid each other well enough, and left us alone together in the house with free reign. Well, the Lady's roommate informed her that the Dog had barked at me and tried to play loudly (BY BARKING! Did I mention the barking? I hate barking.) for the first 20 minutes. I got upset and hissed at him and he still didn't get the message. Stupid dog. So, we had to be separated again, which is just fine by me. He needs to learn that no means no.

Well, no means no unless it is the Lady saying no to me. Last night, when she pushed me out of the bedroom to go to sleep, I wanted to sleep with her! Of course! But, she is still not sure the dog and I can share the bed, and she is trying to build up her allergy tolerance slowly. WHATEVER. Anyway, I let my disagreement be known by yelping at the door .

Then, THEN!, and this is really the worst, she had the nerve to squirt me in the face with water. I mean, okay. Maybe I was being a little loud, and everyone was trying to sleep, but so was I! Hello? Bedtime equals bed, lady. I know you're in there hoarding the bed. I am the princess and I can't be expected to sleep in a cat bed forever. I am now plotting takeover of the bed.

 

Why don't you just kill me?

June 14th 2007 12:09 pm
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I am siiiiiick. Sick sick sick. A couple of days ago, I started getting a little rumbly in the tummy, if you know what I mean. The Lady says it's just stress from moving and maybe she changed my food too fast (YOU THINK?) but whatever the reason, there was a scary incident in the litter box this morning and, to make a long story short, I made a big, big mess.

Let's just say, the roommate used the word "explosive" to describe what happened back there.

Yesterday, I deposited two liquidy gifts in the laundry room sink. I didn't feel right about doing it in the bathroom litter box, and I didn't think she'd mind so much if I found a nice place that she hardly ever used.

I hope I get feeling better soon. If it goes on for too much longer, I'll have to go to the vet and I HATE the vet.

The Lady emailed my breeder to ask all kinds of personal questions. Who does she think she is? Anyway, I am spayed, and have had all my shots, and am healthy (which, of course, I could have told her but WHATEVER) and now she knows my birthday. November 28, 2005. I'm a year and a half old.

And also I am sick. Go away.

 

Am I really staying here?

June 13th 2007 12:06 pm
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The Lady got smart and let me have free run of the house last night. I mean, when she ran home from work to check on me Monday morning, I had already gotten out of the bathroom somehow and was exploring my surroundings. Fortunately, the dog was cooped up in the bedroom with her boyfriend. Stupid dog.

After a night of my exploring, the Lady's roommate convinced her to clip the jinglebell from my collar. THANK GOODNESS. I still hate the collar and the tag and have chewed it all up, but at least I no longer jingle everywhere I go. How could I stalk and catch my enemies with that thing clanging all the time? I mean, granted. I don't know if I could stop meowing long enough to sneak up on anything... but at least give me a fighting chance.

Anyway, last night, the Lady held the dog on her lap (who is not quite as big as I had thought, but just as MANGY AND DOGLIKE, I ASSURE YOU) and let me explore around him. I am very brave, of course, so I would run right up and sniff at his face. Fortunately, he didn't move. I am brave, but not THAT brave. So, as long as he stayed still and didn't make movements toward me, I was fine with that. He smells, and he's VERY HAIRY (I really do hate hair), and you can tell he's just as dopey as any old dog, but he seems nice enough. No moving. Like a statue. Didn't chase. Just sat there and took treats. Perfect. I might be able to train this dog yet.

I wanted to sleep on the bed with the Lady, and I spent plenty of time yelping and making this desire known, but it seems that the dog has already laid claim to the bedroom. Because of her so-called "allergies," I'm still not allowed in that room. The Lady wipes me down every day with a wipe that smells odd -- I have to spend a lot of time licking it off, which she says defeats the purpose but WHATEVER. Leave me alone already. They're your allergies, not mine.

So, the setup at this point is that I am sleeping in the living room, and the dog in the bedroom with the Lady. Stupid dog. At least he is mostly leaving me alone. Stupid dog.

 
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