Pet-Peeves: Not being picked up and cuddled on demand.
Favorite Toy: Mommy's feet; the stairs; feather, giant jingle bell
Favorite Nap Spot: Kitty bed on the window seat upstairs; Bed or couch
Favorite Food: Anything and everything.
Skills: Playing tag; Flopping over directly in my path when I'm coming down the stairs.
Arrival Story: Curly first showed up in the middle of the night early in 2007, when he set off the outdoor sensor light around 2:00AM. He was very friendly, but I didn't see him again for a couple of months. Now he hangs around our house a lot. My husband doesn't want him inside because he says we already have too many cats. Curly is very sweet and affectionate, and he runs inside every chance he gets. I hope that someday, Curly can become a full-fledged member of our family, but for now, I'll just have to give him love every time I go outside.
BIG NEWS: December 5, 2007: Curly's photo won in the "Craziest Tail" category of the World's Greatest Dog & Cat Photo Contest. Way to go, Curly!
Bio: UPDATE: If you read Curly's diary entries, you know that my husband FINALLY gave in, and Curly officially became a member of our family on Dec. 22, 2007. He is loving his life as an indoor kitty!
CAT OF THE WEEK! May 17, 2010: Curly is so honored! Thanks to all of the wonderful furiends who sent him rosettes and concatulations!
Hello furriends! I haven't posted anything in my diary for a long time, but this is very urgent, so my fursibs and I are all cross-posting this in our diaries. Minda, Paula, and Merry are three wonderful kitties whose owner is dying of a brain tumor. The owner, Kathy, just went into hospice care and will not be returning home. Her house is going into foreclosure, so even though Kathy's wonderful neighbors (Catster pawrents of Albie and Mr. Silk) have been going across the street 2 or 3 times a day to check on the cats, this cannot continue much longer. These kitties have been declawed and must live indoors. PLEASE go to Minda, Paula, and Merry's page at the link below, read their story, and help if you can to save these lovely girls from going to a shelter. They can be adopted individually or together. They are located in West Virginia but transport to an approved home within several hundred miles could be arranged. Even if you can't adopt any of these girls, please share the link. Thank you so much!
Hi Efurryone! I haven't posted a diary entry in a long time, but I think this is impurrtant, as it is an auction to raise money for The Cat House On The Kings no-kill pet sanctuary and adoption center.
Background: My mommy has been selling things on eBay for many years. She tries very hard to describe the things she sells accurately and she ships them quickly, but you just can't purrlease all of the people all of the time. Mommy had a purrfect 100% positive feedback rating on eBay up until a few days ago, when a mean lady gave Mommy a negative feedback rating because an old vintage dress she bought from Mommy arrived with some cat hair on it. (Mommy thought the dress looked clean when she sent it, but cat hairs can be sneaky, MOL!) The mean person (I refuse to call her a "purrson") left Mommy that nasty feedback before she ever even let Mommy know that she wasn't happy with the dress, so Mommy didn't even have a chance to try and make things right before her purrfect feedback score was ruined. (Mommy is still going to refund the mean lady's money when she gets the dress back; she offered to pay the cleaning bill if the lady wanted to keep the dress, but the woman told Mommy that she would never wear it!) OK...long story short...Some of Mommy's cat-loving friends on Facebook said that cat hair is an enhancement, not a detriment. Then my furiend Princess Kitty's mom (my Auntie Val) chimed in that if Mommy would auction off some of my fur on eBay, she would bid on it! Mommy thought that would be funny, so she got some of my fur with the Furminator (She had my purrmission, of course), and put it up for auction on eBay, with the bidding starting at just one cent. This started out as a joke, but now my fur has some real bids on it, so Mommy has purromised to donate all of the proceeds from this auction to The Cat House On The Kings. Along with the sample of my fur, Mommy will send the lucky high bidder a photograph of ME playing the banjo! So if you would like to suppurrt a very worthy cause AND win a swatch of my fur and a photo of yours truly, go to the eBay auction URL below and take my fur...PURRLEASE! MOL!
(Please note: If this link doesn't work or if you get a message saying that the listing has been removed, it's just Catster fleas....Type in a search for Genuine Cat Hair from my Cat Curly (without quote marks) and it should show up.)
As many of you know, I am not allowed to venture outdoors anymore, except for an occasional supervised foray right outside the door so I can munch on a few blades of grass. Well, early this morning, my mom stepped outside to check the thermometer on the porch. (It was a chilly 27 degrees F.) I darted out the door, planning to grab a quick grass snack, when my eyes beheld a strange cat, a big gray fellow sleeping in the old birdbath-style scratching post on the covered porch. I know I should be more tolerant, as I myself spent many chilly nights sleeping there before I was adopted, but my gut reaction was to tear off after the tresspasser; after all, a cat must protect his territory.
Mommy went running after me but I was soon out of sight. I could hear her calling and calling, but I didn't answer; I was on a mission! Finally, she heard the other cat howling from the area in the boulders on the hill behind our house. Mommy climbed up there (mind you, the ground was covered with frost and Mommy was wearing her bathrobe and slippers), and she arrived just in time to see the big gray cat jump down from a tree where I had him cornered. He went running off, and Mommy plucked me down out of the tree and began to carry me back to the house. Too bad she lost her footing as she tried to navigate down the slippery hillside, all the while holding on to me. But she managed to get back up without ever letting me out of her clutches...She said she wasn't taking any chances on losing me. I was glad to get back inside the warm house. The important thing is, I chased the big gray cat away. Mission accomplished!