Orkney


Domestic Shorthair [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Orkney, a female Domestic Shorthair

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"Looking wistful (or maybe just smirking because I have pinched Arrow's chair)"

Home:Tooradin, Australia  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 12 lbs.

I enjoy the outdoors

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"I enjoy the outdoors"

Tabatha made me this trophy photo! Pretty cool isn't it.

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"Tabatha made me this trophy photo! Pretty cool isn't it."

Me and my three furkids outside on a warm night.

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"Me and my three furkids outside on a warm night."

Tabatha made this lovely pic to celebrate my DDP

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"Tabatha made this lovely pic to celebrate my DDP"

I'm an attractive cat, am I not? Modest, too!

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"I'm an attractive cat, am I not? Modest, too!"

Tundra 288063 made this picture for me! Don't you love the frilled lizard and the froggie?

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"Tundra 288063 made this picture for me! Don't you love the frilled lizard and the froggie?"

The face that dispatched a thousand mice

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"The face that dispatched a thousand mice"

This is MY futon.

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"This is MY futon."

Tara and I face off over the new blankie

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"Tara and I face off over the new blankie"

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Nicknames:
Orkney-Porkney, The Baby-Faced Assassin, Orkster

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Birthday:
October 25th 2002

Coloration:
Tabby and White

Likes:
Catching mice, bossing the other cats around

Pet-Peeves:
Bunty hogging the top spot on the Funky Hollow

Favorite Toy:
The springies on the Funky Hollow

Favorite Nap Spot:
Next to Mummy's pillow.

Favorite Food:
Anything stolen. Tastes better that way.

Skills:
Yaps like a dog.

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
I already had Tara and a friend of mine suggested I get a kitten to keep her company. Orkney was one of a litter of six farm kittens. She was instantly at home from the moment she arrived. (Tara hated her on sight, but they co-existed happily enough.) From a sunny-natured little kitten, Orkney has grown to be a feisty, clever, bossy, active little cat who nonetheless loves to curl up on my lap, gaze up at me and purr her heart out.

Bio:
Orkney managed to find a handsome tom and was a child bride, giving birth to five kittens. Three of them are still at home! Orkney passed on her excellent mousing ability. The only tom in the litter, Warf, now has a responsible job as chief mouser on a horse property. Of course Orkney's Mummy has since had her spayed, as five cats is quite enough to be going on with.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
I am the Alpha Cat

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Error 3 ??

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 2nd 2007 More than 6 years!

Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Coco


Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
635172

for 2516 days


Meet my family
ArrowTara 2000 -
2010
Zephyr Bunty
Nugget
2011-2012

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Orkney's Yappings


My Useless Children

May 1st 2014 7:02 am
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Mummy was so excited last week to find three dead mice (sounds like a good song title, doesn't it?) on the front doorstep. She bragged to the neighbours about what a good mouser Arrow is, but then the neighbour confessed he had trapped three mice and thrown the corpses over the fence...naughty Arrow brought them home and tried to pass them off as her own work!
Zephyr was seen lumbering around the front porch trying to catch another one - that mouse was as safe as houses, I can tell you.
And the other night Bunty spent all night hunting and didn't catch anything. Mummy was getting ready for work the next morning and she moved something and found a mouse lying underneath it. She picked it up by the tail to dispose of it and oh, horrors, it was still twitching. Not wanting it to revive and run around the house she offered it to Bunty, who stared at it for about three seconds then closed her eyes and went to sleep. It's hard work catching nothing all night.
Mummy put the mouse outside and it sat there quivering until Effie the chicken came around the corner, saw it and started tossing it around like a bull with a wounded matador. It's a sad day when my useless offspring leave catching and disposal of mice to the chicken.

 

Ten Years on the Internet IS a Long Time

January 16th 2014 4:34 pm
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Yes, time to build up a community, build up relationships, lovingly document our lives and give each other support and lend a helping paw. We've been here for over six years, and although we haven't been on Catster a lot over the last few months due to some human issues to be dealt with, Mummy was looking forward to getting back into the swing of things. Now we find it's all pointless, because Dogster/Catster are going to do a Miley Cyrus and come in like a wrecking ball.
You won't find us on Facebook, Catster. They are not and never have been interchangeable. You probably won't find us on Catster at all reading your magazines that you are trying so hard to promote and keep. The only times we ever went there were as a sideline to our involvement in the Catster community. You take that away, and we take us away.

 

EPIC FAIL

March 7th 2013 3:53 am
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We're STILL having trouble converting the Dog Guy. Mummy doesn't understand how he can be so unmoved by our cuteness. I don't understand it either. Well, I can understand it with Arrow, because she really only sucks up to Mummy and no-one else, but what about me? I'm a bottomless pit of cuteness. He says it's because we don't get on his lap and behave "like a cat should". Whenever he approaches us he gets so worried about spooking us that he sort of creeps up to us slowly like he's trying to stalk us. Of course we're so spooked by this that we promptly take off!
Then one day he suggested to Mummy that if she could rent a house with a separate office, we could live in there and she could be with us when she goes into the office. That way the rest of the house would be free of litterboxes, fur, barf, stray whiskers, clawed furniture and dead mice. Mummy raised one eyebrow and looked at him. For a long time. Without speaking. At this point the Dog Guy realised the meaning of the words EPIC FAIL.

 
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