Age: 9 Years Sex: Female Weight: 10 lbs.
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The Brain, The [explicative], Little [explicative]
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January 4th 2004
Yowling for no apparent reason, snuggling between her human's legs on the "kitty hammok" made by the blanket, tormenting her housemate, chasing laser pointers
Not being fed on time, a mildly dirty litterbox, being left alone, her carrier
The laser pointer
Favorite Nap Spot:
Within 5 feet of Mommy, wherever she may be.
Catnip treats. Mommy never gives me enough...
Leaping heights no cat should be able to get to. Making all humans, cat lovers or no, fall for her. Doing the "Puss in Boots" eyes
I was still living at home when our family cat of 13 1/2 years was put to sleep. I missed having a cat around, and was going to be moving out soon, so convinced my parents to let me have my own kitty in the interim, and she would be coming with me when I moved. Having had purebred cats all my life, I wanted a shelter cat. I didn't want a kitten. I wanted a cat. It was early January, so kitten season was yet to come and there were lots of cats at the shelter. But my mother called me over to one cage where a 1 year old gorgeous calico tabby was sitting in her lap. I sat down, and she crawled over to my lap and curled up. It was love. I immediately put in my application for adoption, and was told I could pick her up the next week. Sadly, she came down with an upper respiratory infection, a common ailment for shelter cats, and was horribly sick the entire week. We were afraid she wouldn't make it. The day I came to pick her up, she'd been moved to isolation, was looking a LOT better, but had a bloody nose from all the sneezing. I decided that the best thing for her was to get her out of that shelter and home. Now she's my snuggler at night, my chirping alarm in the morning, and my little baby. That also was the last time she ever sat on my lap. The little twit.
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September 16th 2007 8:39 am
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This contraption is strange, and if only I had opposable thumbs, this would be easier, but c'est la vie, as they say. My human is off in the other room, looking at some paper thing that has lots of print on it. Paper that would better be served crumpled up as a toy for me. She should be paying attention to me, but what is a cat plotting world domination to do? As horrible as it sounds, I need her. I have not yet grown opposable thumbs, and she's the only one that can get to the food. Much to my dismay. And despite my best attempts, she seems to know when I am being cute, and when I am stretching to try and nab a piece of pepperoni from her pizza. How she knows this, I am not sure. I must think on it more and try new tactics. It worked with the sausage....
I have come to the conclusion that most cats of my intelligence see their life as a neverending jail sentence. Confined and trapped by their human. I fail to see how attention, good food, being away from the fleas and dogs and mites and other things that are in the outside... is jail? Inside there is air conditioning, the ceiling fans (and if you've never layed full on your back with the ceiling fan on your belly, then you haven't lived, my friend!), a reliable source of food and water, entertainment, and all the means a cat needs to start up her plan of world domination. Why would I ever want to go outside into the heat, the humidity, to encounter dogs, other cats, other humans that I haven't trained, bugs.... bah. Here I can put my plans in motion, without having to be in motion myself.
If only Pinky over here would stop her incessant chirping. 8 months with us and while she does keep me entertained during the times when my human isn't here, she still shows no sign of appreciable intelligence. I guess every Brain must have a Pinky, as my human says. At least she's smart enough to realize the lack in my roommate.
I will admit. She's cute. I can use her in my plans... I've seen how humans coo over her. Yes... yes... I can see it coming togeth-- TREATS!
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