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"Happy Birthday, USA" |
| Home:Cleveland, OH | [I have a diary!] |
Age: 8 Years Sex: Female Weight: 13 lbs.
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"My town, my team! They lose, but they are not losers.
(My Mama is a baseball philosopher; ask her.)" |
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"I'm a Cleveland Kitty. How 'bout that?" |
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"I'm hiding in my stroller." |
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"First Place - Cat of the month for March - Shades of Gray Group.
Up on the cupboard with the kitty cups." |
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"I got caught lounging in the big chair." |
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"I want these mousies." "Honey, those mousies are for Tyler." |
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Nicknames:
Honeybun; Pretty girl, My girl, Sweet Honey
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Coloration:
Tortoiseshell Tabby
Likes:
Eating; sleeping; watching out the windows at the birdies.
Pet-Peeves:
Loud noises; thunder and lightning; men with loud voices
Favorite Toy:
My old green ball; my fleece ribbon on a wand; my catnip banana
Favorite Nap Spot:
Under the bed in my own Tiger bed; on the bed
Favorite Food:
Purina Vitality; a lick of tapioca or a bit of oatmeal cookie
Skills:
Waking mama up in the morning; Catching little bugs; I recently discovered I can get Mama's attention when she's typing by tapping her arm with my paw.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
I was born in this apartment building to Gina and Harvey whose guardian thought they were "fixed." Momcat Gina had six orange and calico kittens and one tabby, me. My now mama took me home to her apartment when I was about ten weeks old. I had scabby eyes and a runny nose, but mama thought I was beautiful. She got medicine from the vet for me; I got better and have lived here happy and content ever since. **** I moved from the home of my birth 09-06-08. I miss seeing the children play and all the birdies and squirrels from my window. I did see a bluejay in the oak tree outside this window.
Bio:
I love my mama and my mama loves me. I sleep on her bed at night, up close when it's cold. Mama thinks I'm goofy because I try to cover up my food and I don't cover up what's supposed to be covered up. I put my paw in my water and lick it off of my paw or I drink water out of the leaky bathroom faucet. **** Update: The landlord fixed the leaky faucet. 05-08 **** I was named Honey because mama liked the orange, honey-colored markings on me. I guess I was kinda sweet, too. Meow. ****
Vinnie and Nicki are my cousins. ****
Diary of the Day, 1-31-2008
Lives Remaining:
9 of 9
Forums Motto:
Umbrella Girl
Catster Local Spots I've Marked:
 Vca Warren Village Animal Hosp, Gateway Animal Clinic
The Groups I'm In:
**Tabbies With 'Tudes** , Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters, Catster Kimis, Pawsome Pages, Shades of Gray, The Furry Federation
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Please Light a Candle for Lucky
My Shirt:
 
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Background:
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Catster Codes:
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| June 14th 2007 |
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More than 2 years! |
Rosettes Given In The Past Month:
Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
563634
 for 762 days
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May 31st 2009 11:58 am
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I don't "meow" much. In fact, I don't say "meow."
I let out a short "meh" often, like "meh, meh, meh." Sometimes, it's "maa" or longer "maa-aa." Then there's my favorite that goes like "may-oh"
My Mama wants me to say "myeah." She says "Do you want to eat?" and I'm supposed to go "myeah." "Do you want a treat?" "Myeah." "Want your box cleaned?" "Myeah." Get it?
Maybe someday I'll humor Mama and say "myeah." For now it's "meh, meh, meh."
April 13th 2009 9:27 am
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I was reading again and this is what I read:
I am tired of being a poem-object,
decorative accessory, conversation
piece, exterminator, security
blanket: I am CAT!
Show me the law that ranks scribble
above these, the decree that keeps
your dish on the table, mine
on the floor.
From now on you will consider
my image not as befurred stereotype
but as we are: equals sharing
a single habitat for convenience.
As for those constant put-downs
(from your lap, for example;
into the cellar, for example)-
no way!
It is time we totally changed
our relationship. I will write
the poems; catch your own mice
if you can. (betty lowry)
**claps paws together; thinks of Tabbies With 'Tude**
December 26th 2008 8:47 am
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And all through the house
Not a human was stirring;
I played with a mouse.
I sniffed at the catnip
And jumped in a box.
Then I knocked down a candle
And pulled down the sox.
At four in the morning
My hunger was great.
I jumped on the human,
But she moaned me to wait.
I batted at ribbons
And pulled off a bow.
I looked out the window,
It was starting to snow.
I waited and waited,
Then bumped her at five;
If she didn't feed me
I would not survive.
"Oh Honey, my Honey,
You want to be fed.
I'll fill up your bowl
And go back to bed."
With food in abundance
I ate with much glee;
Then lay down for a nap.
I'm a kitty, you see.
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