Sofia (In Loving Memory)


American Shorthair
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Home:Texas City, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Sofie Cat

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

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Coloration:
Tortie

Likes:
chasing the feather

Pet-Peeves:
Hated Sheldon

Favorite Toy:
mouse

Favorite Nap Spot:
back of couch

Favorite Food:
cheddar cheese goldfish

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Sofia was adopted from Whiskerville in Texas City. She died of myeloma in January 2006.

Forums Motto:
Constantly purring



I've Been On Catster Since:
November 10th 2007 More than 7 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
661436


Meet my family
Sheldon Sugar (Rainbow
bridge)
Spice
(Sheldon's
Mom)
Stalin
(Sheldon's
Mom)
Sahara
(Sheldon's
Mom)
Spock
(Sheldon's
Mom)
Renfield (In
Loving Memory)

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Sofia's story


The Story of My Life

June 9th 2008 1:54 am
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I was a lost kitty, hanging out near the feed store, when someone saw me and took me to a strange house with lots of other kitties. They called it Whiskerville Animal Sanctuary. One of my eyes was oozy, so I was named Liddy. I stayed there for about a year, when a nice lady came by and looked at all the kitties. She took Leno home with her. Thank goodness, because he was a little terror! A few months later the same lady came back, put me in a box, and took me home with her. Unfortunately, that little terror, now named Sheldon, was already there. After a few days we decided to get along, but sometimes he would run after me and bite me for no reason. Soon, a mommy and baby kitty named Sugar and Spice moved in. One day our mommy was running around, putting stuff in the truck. Then she pulled out the boxes. There were 3 boxes and 4 kitties so I was just tossed in the front seat. We drove and drove and drove, along with lots of other cars. I had fun looking out the window at all the other kitties inside the cars. Finally we got to a strange house. Mommy set up our poopy box and our food bowls. I went exploring and got stuck behind the washing machine. I don't think they were very happy with me. After a few days we went back home again. Soon afterwards I began to lose weight and mommy was told I had a myeloma. I was happy until my last days on earth. Now I am playing over the bridge, waiting for my mommy to come and get me.

 
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