Coloration: Calico Likes: smelly shoes, tummy rubs, back rubs, chin rubs, head rubs...you get the idea Pet-Peeves: younger cats who can't keep up, the papparazzi with their cameras, people who leave their shoes on Favorite Toy: the evil string invaders of zebulon 13, senior mcwedgehead Favorite Nap Spot: in the closet on a big pile of shoes or on the top of the couch with the sun in the window Favorite Food: anything sprayed with catnip juice; foods that are easy on my teeth Skills: making pigeon-noises when purring, mewing ever so softly, warming your heart, machiavellian plans for kibble theft Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: I've had a sordid history of adoptions. Abandoned once for reasons unknown, then returned because a "friend" had allergies, I finally got some sweet temporary digs with Uncle Ken and Auntie Ewa. Sure, the foster home was nice, but the roommates were a tad annoying. I ran laps around their younger cat, which, at my age, is rather humiliating for Tygryska (and Auntie and Uncle). Speaking of my age, that's just a guess under my picture.
After a few months, though, I caught the eye of my new "mommy," Kate. I know she's not my real mom given how she is loathe to groom me with her tongue, but she's really nice. Her place is awesome too. Lots of windows to look out of and she's pretty loose with the nip. The poor girl has never had a cat before. She innocently left the kibble bag on the floor. Clothespins are no match for my brilliance! Lives Remaining: 9 of 9 Forums Motto: When in doubt, run away. Favorite Uncontrolled Substance: catnip
