Pet-Peeves: Kittens. They are too everything! Too playful, too busy, too loud...just...TOO!
Favorite Toy: Milk jug rings, laser pointers
Favorite Nap Spot: My lap. She requires a certain amount of lap time every evening and if she doesn't get it, she "gets even" by peeing on the kitchen counter.
Favorite Food: Cheese, meat and milk
Skills: When it suits her, she can "fetch" -- but only when she wants to, and don't ask her to do it in front of other beans. She snorts. No, really! If she's even slightly displeased about something, she breathes out hard through her nose...it's a snort!
Arrival Story: China was approximately six weeks old when she ran up to a co-worker in the parking lot of the newspaper where I work. I tried to find her "home" in the area, but no one would claim her. She had had diarrhea so bad her little fanny looked like ground turkey, hence the name "Leakybutt" since, for a long time, she'd leave a drop or two of moisture wherever she sat. Didn't matter. She stole my heart immediately and though I have 10 other cats, she is my special heart kitty
Bio: China loves most people. It may take a few minutes for her to warm up to strangers in her home. She's very good at "cute kitty" stuff...when she gets in your lap, and really starts getting into the petting thing, she rolls around on her back and gives you that upside down look that says "You know, you give good love -- I think I'll keep you" and just melts your heart!
Milagrito included me in a game of tag, but to be honest, I'm not sure how to play, exactly, so I'm writing this so anybody who clicks my link on his page can check me out.
In addition to the sweet things Milagrito said about me -- well...I'm a spoiled rotten queen, is what I am. There are three young cats in our house nowadays. I call them the "Gang of Three" -- Eli, Sebastian and Prissy, or Genghis, Attila and the Hun-y (like...honey, you know?) They are at that age of being catteens and they make me crazy. Genghis...I mean Eli (mom calls him pooter head...he hates it, so I call him that to his face) is a nightmare, particularly.
I stay outside a lot these days. Maybe that will change when it gets cold, but right now the weather is temperate and there are lots of outside buildings in our neighborhood where I can find shelter for the night and be reasonably snug and safe. It's better than being jumped on by the Gang. The bean brings me inside, and I try to lay in her lap, because I know she likes it so much, but then Eli will jump up and swipe me out of nowhere and I get too nervous to relax, so I have to go back outside. I hope the three of them grow up before it gets tail-freezing cold outside, but to be honest, I don't hold out much hope. Mom hasn't gotten pages done for them yet. It's no surprise, really -- they keep her so busy cleaning up the broken glass and chewed books and stuff she has no time for Catster.
Well, I hope to make some new friends, so don't hesitate to drop me a pawmail just to say hello.
Since there have been several LARGE stray dogs hanging around the vicinity of our house, our human bean has stopped letting us go outside. I miss it. Sometimes I sit in one of the uncovered windows (our human bean has plastic over most of the windows in the house -- she says it helps with the utility bill, whatever that is). It keeps the cool air inside in the summer and outside in the winter. So really there aren't but three windows in our house you can look out of. One is over the kitchen sink, another is in the boarder, Lily's, room, and the third is in the "guest bedroom" which mom keeps closed off all the time because there's a canopy bed in there and Sauda thinks the canopy is a hammock. She climbs up there the SECOND she catches that door open. For some reason mom doesn't like her doing that. So that window is almost never available, thanks to the Brat.
I often sit in the window over the kitchen sink and I love watching the leaves falling. I'd like to go out there and play in them and chase them and roll around in the dirt, but I don't get to anymore. Mom says it's too bad she loves me so much. If she didn't care what happened to me, she'd let me go outside whenever I wanted, but since I'm her "heart kitty" I have even less chance than the others of ever having success with a wistful look when the door opens. She tells me, quite gently, that losing me would break her heart clean in two. I'm thinking that would hurt a lot, and I don't want her to be hurt.
Sometimes the Brat gets to go outside, and every now and again Raven will "escape" (though mom gets her back inside as quick as she can). Charlie Chan gets to go out whenever he wants...day or night. Mom says that's because she knows exactly where he's going to go. He either lays on top of her car, or he climbs the ladder she keeps leaning up against our metal storage building in the back yard, just for him, and sleeps on the roof. He pretty much never leaves the yard.
Well, I suppose it's about time for a nap. Only a few hours and mom will be home from her working place. She will be home for two days for the weekend and I'll get lots of extra lap time. I like that almost as much (and more on cold nights) than going outside!
Regarding the house plant caper: Mom's "Oh my GOD" was NOT an expression of pleasure. Those two dumb kittens have no idea how lucky they are that mom doesn't believe in punishing her kitties. Most human beans would've beaten their little butts for such an escapade!