 Photo Comments Age: 8 Years Sex: Male Weight: 15 lbs.
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Leave a treat for Shorty
Nicknames:
Shiahty
Kitty Complexion:
| | | | | | | | | Activeness | | | | | | Intelligence | | | | | | Curiosity | | | | | | Friendliness | | | | | | Vocal | | | |
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Sun Sign: 
Birthday:
June 6th 2003
Coloration:
Bicolor
Likes:
I like to attack my mom's hand. I also like to climb up on the back of her computer chair and lay on her neck.
Pet-Peeves:
Not much bothers me. I roll wid it!
Favorite Toy:
My sister Anna's fluffy tail!!!
Favorite Nap Spot:
I like the top of Mom's computer chair when she's in it, the highest point on her if she's elsewhere, and the dogs' beds,
Favorite Food:
I'll eat almost anything, but I love soft treats best.
Skills:
Mom says I'm the most dog-like of all us cats here. She lets me go outside with the dogs sometimes cause I stay in the pen with them, and then I come back inside with them, too.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
Well, when I was real tiny (only about 4 weeks old) my people took me to a fair to try and get rid of me. This guy saw me and wanted me for his girlfriend. But guess what! His girlfriend's parents said no more cats! So what did he do? He took me home and left me in a box in the garage... the non-air conditioned garage... in July.... in Indiana. Not too bright, huh? That's what I thought. Luckily, this guy's sister found out I was there. She called her bestest friend (my mom) and told her that Mom needed to take me until she could have a cat because if I stayed in the garage I would die out there! So Mom did! But then we found out the lady was allergic to me! How awful.
Bio:
When I was little, all the other animals towered over me. Mom started calling me "shorty" as a nickname, and it kinda stuck. Mom was just going to take me to the shelter she worked at when I was big enough to get neutered so that I could find a good home, but then I got sick. A few weeks later I was better, but then I got something called ringworm from her foster puppy! Then by the time I got over that, I had started attacking feet and hands for fun, and Mom was afraid no one would adopt me if they thought I was mean. So she gave up and kept me. I repay her daily by attacking her hands when I feel like it, and following her around the house.
Lives Remaining:
9 of 9
Forums Motto:
I bite the hand that feeds me!
The Groups I'm In:
Justice For Saxony!, "Just One Litter" Is Still Too Many, Rescued Pets!!!!!
I've Been On Catster Since:
| June 12th 2007 |
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More than 4 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
562033
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