Age: 12 Years Sex: Female Weight: 11 lbs.
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Sausage, lady, kitty, cat, little brat
Rolling around on pavement that's been warmed by the sun
Baths, vacuum cleaner (violently!), closed doors, no room under the bed to hide
Bugs of all kinds, chatpstick, shoelaces, more bugs, flies...and chapstick...no generics please.
Favorite Nap Spot:
In front of the patio doors when the sun is shining, or facedown in the cat scratcher when it's been freshly catnipped
Pounce treats, cream, anything that she's been eating for at least 6 months already
Can open closed doors by hanging on the doorknob, open cabinets, hears the treat bag from half a mile away, keeps my knees very very warm
Mona came from the rescue, and immediately had me hysterical when she disappeared within a night. Turns out she found a gap in the sideboards and was hiding out under the oven in the kitchen. Poor DH, in desperate attempts to stop me from having a nervous breakdown, asked around for tips to get her out (the idea being that if she peed in there she might tend to go there a lot, and we wouldn't be able to clean it). Some genius told him to point a vacuum cleaner hose at her, and ever since then she tries to kill it every time it ventures out of the closet.
Mona probably didn't have a mommy cat, because she didn't do a lot of the things that "cats" do, like knead (make biscuits), clean her tummy by doing that crazy thing with one leg, pounce on toys (she just chewed on them), and whatnot. One year later we got Jenny to keep her company and chase her around so she'd lose a bit of paunch, and since then she's definitely gotten more catty.
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I've Been On Catster Since:
|August 7th 2004
||More than 10 years!
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September 24th 2004 8:51 am
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How I love flying things! Actually let's reconsider that statement... how I love to maul and mutilate flying things! I'll be damned if I can tell the difference between an uppity grasshopper and a housefly, though. Yesterday, that got me in trouble! Mommy let me out onto the patio and there I was, happily playing with some flying object or other when I was sniffing at it between my paws, and the damned thing stung me! In my MOUTH! I still get all indignant when I remember it!
Maybe a lesser cat would have taken this as a lesson, but no, not me! After 20 minutes of whacking at my face and drooling onto Mommy's bamboo rug (great for scratching!) I rushed out there to settle the score with that thing, but it had long gone. It knew what was in for it, it did! If it had shown its maddening little flying body around my patio I would have right shown it what's what... oh well.
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