Orange (Oct '91-July '06)


Breed Unknown/Maine Coon
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Home:Altoona, PA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 22 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 12 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Stripey-butt, Kitty-head, Whiney Baby

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

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Coloration:
Orange & White Tabby

Likes:
He loved using his humans as furniture.

Pet-Peeves:
Being ignored! This caused him to whine loudly.

Favorite Toy:
Anything that can be batted around. That is, until a human saw him playing. Then all toys sucked equally.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Wherever there's a human sleeping. Barring that, the back of the couch.

Favorite Food:
Whatever I'm eating.

Skills:
He'd been known to sit up when offered food, and come when called, but only when he felt like it. He was also really -really- good at whining.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Orange was one of a few cats that my mother had. After Snowflake, whom we'd owned for sixteen years, died, she professed an interest in relocating the other three cats in the house. Orange went to me, and his mother and sister went to a local family.

Bio:
Orange was one of the kittens from a litter that one of our cats (Morticia) had, back when I was in high school. They were born in a big box in my bedroom, though she -really- wanted to have them on my bed. Suffice it to say, my mother insisted on the box, as she did the laundry. Orange was the only company I had in the years when I lived alone in Santa Fe, NM. The apartment was dingy and cold, and I only really had one friend in town. I spent lots of time online, trying to at least have -some- kind of connection with other people. I have a theory that Orange's whiney-ness came about during this period in time. I talked to him a lot, as he was really the only company around most of the time. Along with this, he was also probably the absolute most tolerant cat that I've ever met. He had no problem with being picked up and fuzzled, or tipped over and belly-scratched. He didn't even really scratch and bite when given a bath! Now that he's gone... I'd kill for him to wake me up at 5am with his whiney kitty meows. After a bout with a rather sizeable hairball (baseball-sized) that required surgical removal, it came to our attention that Orange was having an issue with kidney function. He stayed at the veterinary hospital for a couple of extra days for observation. We brought him home the afternoon of July 3, and did everything that we could to try to make him comfortable. Unfortunately, it seems, his body gave out - he died sometime between 2am and 3am on July 4th. Orange was an extraordinarily loving cat, and it comforts me a bit to know that he at least got to see his home one more time before he made his way to the Rainbow Bridge.

The Groups I'm In:
!*~in loving memory~*!, Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Orange & Orange and White Kitties Only!, Orange Cat Club, Rainbow Bridge Kitties, ^*^Over The Rainbow^*^, ^^^^^ Cafe Turkey ^^^^^

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I've Been On Catster Since:
August 23rd 2004 More than 10 years!

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Catster Id:
65388


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Feed Me.

August 4th 2005 7:27 pm
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Yes, that's right. Feed me. No, I will not leave you alone. I will not let you sleep. I will not let you read. I will not let you play whatever silly game, computerized or otherwise, it is that you may be playing.

Not until you feed me.

Come to think of it, I'm not even really hungry. I just like having food there, in case I -get- hungry later. You humans don't know how lucky you are to be able to provide your own late-night snacks.

Me? I have to rely on you.

So, in conclusion,

Feed me.

 

Catnip Mice

August 2nd 2005 7:43 pm
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Why do my humans give me catnip mice?

They smell good and all, don't get me wrong. But they don't look anything like mice. Mice aren't purple. Or blue. Or green. You get the picture. If you want to get me a present, buy me a -real- mouse sometime. Nothing says "I love you, kitty!" like my very own warm, furry, live mouse to play with.

Perhaps if I am a "good kitty", they will bring me a mouse. A real one.

Usually, when they bring me little toy mice, I just humor them by playing with the pseudomice for a little bit, and then conveniently "lose" it. Oops! Either that, or I chew the little felt tails off of them. Then they just have to wonder when they'll step in a pile of wet felt. It's almost as much fun as leaving a hairball right in front of the bedroom door at 2am!

Now -that's- entertainment.

^. .^

 

Sleep? At night?

February 12th 2005 5:27 pm
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I'll never understand why humans insist on sleeping at night. But hey, it gets them out of my way, so I'll not attempt to break them of the habit.

Night time is my time! I tear around the house at 2AM, stopping to thoroughly maul a couple of catnip mice along the way. Making noise in the middle of the night is my way of telling the humans that I care about them. After all, I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to wake them up in the middle of the night!

Of course, sometimes I deign to grace them with my presence, and will snooze in the bed with them. At these times, I try to position myself so that I'm laying across an ankle, or a belly, or curled around a head. It keeps them on their toes, you see, when they have to lie there very still, for fear of me getting up and leaving.

These little games are so much fun. :)

 
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