Age: 15 Years Sex: Female Weight: 6 lbs.
|Home:London, ON, Canada ||[I have a diary!] |
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Caggy, Caggy-Boo, Caglenee, Caggy Baggy
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July 26th 1998
Shoes, sitting in the sun, looking out the window, whistling, eating things off the carpet, pouncing Jinx, chasing her tail, and attacking you from behind, in the dark, preferably at the top of a staircase while you're holding something heavy.
The outdoors, being picked up and/or cuddled, storms, and anything big, loud, or unfamiliar.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Brother's bed, or anywhere in the sun.
She'll eat pretty much anything she shouldn't eat... but she also loves tuna.
She can chase her tail on top of the filing cabinet, fall off, and do it again and again and again and not suffer any... perminent... damage.
I had what can only be described as a "cat craving" and had to go get another cat. This time we opted to rescue a kitty from animal control rather than adopt one that was the result of irresponsible breeding. Cagney won us over by constantly licking our faces. She still likes to groom us.
Cagney isn't what we'd call... the most intelligent of the feline species. She always seems to be on something. She's the kind of cat that runs headlong, at full speed into a glass door, and then does it again an hour later. She doesn't exactly have the best memory either. You can anger her by trying to give her a big hug, and then five minutes later she's back at your feet looking huggable again. Cagney has the tiniest, squeakiest little meow, which is probably why rodents don't ever seem to flee from her (see picture).
4 of 9
Slamming into things since 1998
I've Been On Catster Since:
|August 20th 2004
||More than 9 years!
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June 11th 2005 3:14 pm
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I don't get it... There were two, and now there's three? Where did this other cat come from?
He looks like Jinx, but he's all tiny. And he plays! Jinx never plays with me. Hugo plays with me too much! He won't leave me alone. I hiss and growl and run away, but he just follows. Jinx keeps laughing at me. No fair! I'll show him, err, somehow.
I guess I like to play with Hugo, even though he makes me hiss a lot. Sometimes I can't help but hiss. Mom says "tortis are crazy like that". What's a torti? Oh well.
I think I'll go watch Hugo some more. I can't help myself.
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