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Home:Seattle, WA

Age: 11 Years Sex: Female Weight: 7 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Flying Claws of Death; She-demon; Perma-Kitten; Kim Carnes (because of her sultry voice)

Kitty Complexion:

Activeness

sleepy		very active

Intelligence

silly		genius

Curiosity

not curious		very curious

Friendliness

timid		affectionate

Vocal

not vocal		very vocal

Quick Bio:

-mixed breed

-part feral

Likes:
Acrylic, windows, sleeping on mom's back.

Pet-Peeves:
Wooba-Wooba; cats outside the window; coffee grinder.

Favorite Toy:
Extremely used catnip mouse, Abbot(t).

Favorite Nap Spot:
On top of nice warm computer monitor or stereo receiver.

Favorite Food:
Salmon, rare roast beef, kitten chow (aka Kitty-Crack).

Skills:
Straight high jump off floor; could be new Miss Furious in sequel to "Mystery Men."

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Sarah is Zoe’s adopted sister by family blending, as I took up with Zoe’s mommy last year. She was a street kitten on the piers of Red Hook, Brooklyn, where I worked. I also lived a few blocks away, and I had the occasion to help a few cats off the streets and into the homes of (somewhat) grateful friends. One morning I was in a van with co-workers near a garbage-truck storage yard when we spotted a gray kitten go running by. We stopped and scooped up this little five-pound bundle of dirty hair with two eyes sticking out. I took her to the film-equipment shop in Manhattan where I had an office. Although I gave instructions that the door not be opened, it was, and out she dashed. Being a streetwise girl, she went through all the people, out the door, and across busy Worth Street in the mid-day traffic. I walked out, walked up to her, and she came over to me and let me pick her up and hold her. She has been with me ever since, and naturally came with me when I moved to Seattle last year (except I drove, and she got to fly!).

Bio:
She is a survivor; when she went to the vet to get spayed, we found that she had a baseball-size infection in her uterus. Because of that and her odd little bowlegged gait, we surmise she was shaken as a kitten by one of the feral dogs that run around Red Hook. Hence, she has a hair-trigger when she thinks she is threatened, and will go from calm to hurricane force in a flash. However, for all of her tough little life, she is her mom's girl; she nuzzles, plays, and runs to meet me when I come home from work each day.

Lives Remaining:
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The Groups I'm In:
Raw Fed

I've Been On Catster Since:

August 7th 2004