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"In my new cat tree."
Age: 7 Years Sex: Female Weight: 8 lbs.
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"A different angle."
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"What are you looking at?"
"My new favorite gift: a small analog travel clock! It's got my nose prints all over it."
"Me with my clock."
"Me and my sis."
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"Portrait of Minnie Won in Catster Contest"
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"Love means tolerating your sister's butt in your face."
"Go away, pawparazzi!"
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"Snuggle, snuggle, after toil and trouble." [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
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Minnie, Minnie Doll, Angel, Darling, Her Royal Friskiness
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August 20th 2006
Chasing her favorite toy, and being held (in order of importance)
Not getting to go somewhere Penelope is going, and being ignored--also being photographed by the "stalkerazzi" (mom)
Neko Flies Foxifurr
Favorite Nap Spot:
On the couch curled up with Penelope and mom, or next to the heater
Friskies Plus Chicken and Tuna
Minuette has figured out how to open my bedroom door (lever handle), and is a natural gymnast as well (backflips and the works)
After Bliss' death I needed a new cat with a similar personality (he spoiled me), and after much research on temperments I decided on Tonkinese. Minuette was part of a package deal from a breeder with her sister Penelope, as the two are very close, and I am infinitely grateful she came. She had won lots of ribbons in cat shows before she came to live with me, but underneath the seemingly ideal appearance is a true sweetheart. It's always what's underneath the surface that matters most to me, and she's far more than just a pretty face.
Minuette is not only a glory to hold, but an amazing athlete. When she plays she's like a little tornado, so her sister knows well enough to stay out of the way. While originally Penelope was the one thought of as the therapy cat for my autistic niece, Minuette has been invaluable. She is completely unflappable. The things that would frighten Penelope roll right off of Minuette's back. My niece will sometimes chase her, and then Minuette will chase her right back, to her great delight. She's absolutely incredible: sweet and daring, which is a hard combination to find.
She also is surprisingly sensitive, and is usually the first to comfort me if I'm feeling bad. Everytime I sit and play with her she'll come over periodically and give me a nose nudge to connect with me before going back to playing. She's a true sweeetheart with a heart of gold.
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|October 19th 2007
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March 7th 2014 4:50 pm
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It was during my time having antibiotic pills forced on me that I returned to my old poo expression ways, much to Mom's dismay. She has termed this problem "PooGate". I didn't like having to take pills, especially as they made my tummy feel kind of yucky. They made me more energetic than ever before, but I felt I must have some way to express my indignation, and so poo had to do the trick.
First it started with just the occasional poo outside the box. Then one evening--when Mom needed to lie down instead of play with me--I was making my wrath known. But unbeknownst to me Mom had gotten up and was waiting outside the bathroom with a cat toy waiting to play, just as I'd trained her to do. Just as I was laying down a poo outside the box I looked up and saw Mom watching me through the crack in the door. I was so shocked to have my deed witnessed that I jumped straight into the air two feet, then zoomed out of the bathroom with my tail between my legs. Mom had to check to make sure I didn't have any mess behind that my tail was covering, but when she found there wasn't she went into the bathroom and saw the poo outside the box. At least it was solid.
The next incident is one that I don't really like to talk about, but Mom is forcing the subject. I was extra mad about the whole pill thing, so I took to the bathtub, doing my best to smear it all around, as well as leave a few logs here and there, just to make my point. I decided to attempt what I used to do--and was featured in Poopology for--which was leave a poo along the wall of the bathtub as high up as I could get it. However, I made one mistake in judgement: I had always used normal walls before, and didn't realize that the bathtub wall was a slicker surface. I came zooming out of the bathroom as Mom was getting her morning meds, which she thought meant I wanted to play, but when she followed to check on me she found something shocking. She found liquid poo all down my back, while my butt was completely clean! Fortunately I've grown to trust her enough that I let her wipe off the poo and wash whatever she could away with a wet paper towel. I knew I couldn't reach back there to clean, and eww, who would want to? Mom wasn't able to imagine how I did this until she saw the smears of poo on the bathtub wall about a foot and a half up. How I get it up that high Mom hasn't figured out, but it appeared that this attempt backfired, pardon the pun.
Finally, here comes the one that the title refers to: I can make poo fly. Mom wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it herself. Mom was using the bathroom facilities when I went in to use the litterbox. I knew I couldn't pull off the usual poo outside the box, as Mom was watching, so I decided to innovate. Just as most of the poo was about to drop, I quickly leapt into the air and out of the box, sending the poo soaring with me. Of course it landed outside the box, and now Mom knows that anytime she hears me leap hurriedly out of the litterbox, there's probably poo to be found outside. My butt stays perfectly clean, though.
At first she found this poo soaring amusing, but not anymore. She's hoping I get past it, but now that I have done it twice she's not so sure she appreciates it. At least I don't lack for creativity!
February 24th 2014 6:42 pm
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Whee! Zoooooooooooooooom. Woohoo! Zoooooooooooooooom. Yipeekiyay Mom! Zoooooooooooooooom.
Did I mention I feel better? Mom almost didn't remember what I was like when I am healthy. Hurricane Minnie is back. MOL The right antibiotics rock!
February 21st 2014 12:26 am
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Although it is sadly past midnight (I was DDP on the 20th) I will keep somehow from being upset with my secretary for being too busy to write a prompt thank you. Huge thanks to Catster and all of the kind people who sent p-mails and gifties, both for the DDP and purrs for my recent health troubles. As always, Catster friends are the best, and hopefully HQ is figuring out just how special what we have here is. Mom had a medical appointment, errands--including buying lots of gifts and food for us at the pet store (so her lapses as a stenographer will be forgiven)--and filling her pills and supplements cases for the week, which takes a grueling two hours to do.
On the health front there is hope for both of us. There are two new medications that could really help Mom, and Nana did the kind work of making it unnecessary for me to go to the vet by getting a refill of the antibiotic that's worked the best in the past. The vet doesn't carry it anymore--we have to get it through 1800petmeds.com--but it rarely takes more than a few days on it before I'm fully restored (plus it's only once-a-day.) The difficulty is convincing me that I need to continue on it once I feel better to keep the bugs from getting resistant. I do not understand that--no matter what Mom says--so she has to tackle me a bit. I sense that when the meds come in the mail tomorrow some claw clipping will be involved (although I'm a sweetie with that--I even purr while she does it.)
Mom has plenty more diary entries to come, as I have been ever so interesting recently, but now is time for us both to rest, and Mom will work on it tomorrow. That along with a complete replacement of my litter boxes and litter after some pointed remarks with poopies outside the box were made by a certain kitty (I won't name names, but I have a suspicion Mom knows who did it--don't shoot the messenger, Mom.)
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