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Coloration: Tabby and White
Likes: stalking and attacking things; jumping mom after her shower; playing chase; wreaking havoc
Pet-Peeves: being held; having her nails trimmed; petting after 6 am; the bluejay outside her window
Favorite Toy: cat dancer, Da bird, her birdie, wand toys, balls
Favorite Nap Spot: by the window, on the bed
Favorite Food: raw chicken livers, dry food
Skills: bug catching, dragging toys around the house, taking books off the shelves, removing refrigerator magnets
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: She adopted me. I had lost my beloved calico cat the previous fall and was still suffering from her death. All of my friends kept asking when I was getting a new kitty and I kept postponing it. I knew that the right cat would adopt me. Sure enough. I went to SF Animal Care and Control and SFSPCA a couple of times 'just to look'. Then one day I saw this goofy looking little kitty. She came running to the front of the cage and stuck her paws through the fence and then threw herself on the floor and rolled around. I was interested. Something about her reminded me of my old cat Doobie. She had a big fluffy tail and hair between her toes just like Doobie. When I looked at her chart it said she was not adoptable, so I moved on. Sort of. The next day I came back and she was still as friendly and desperate for attention. Closer examination of the chart and I found out that she had been picked up as a stray in a huge park, out near the ocean and far from any houses. Oh, and she was a biter. I talked to one of the volunteers who told me was to be evaluated by the SPCA the next day and if they didn't take her she would be put down. I went home and couldn't get her out of mind. I called the next day and they couldn't help me without her ID number which I didn't have. I was 40 miles away at work and couldn't get there before they closed. Anyway, they wouldn't allow me to adopt her if she didn't pass her behavioral tests. My best friend lives next door to someone who works at AC&C and eventually got info out them about the cat and who to talk to about her. The 'no kill' SPCA wouldn't take her. (They don't kill the animals, they have AC&C do it so they don't have to). After a couple days of tears and many phone calls, I was set up to foster her through SF Gimme Shelter Cat Rescue. That never happened. I adopted her straight out.
I wasn't so sure at first. She is nothing like my old cat. She climbs on everything, plays like a maniac, dashes out the door any chance she gets, loves visitors and is fascinated by water. After six months I adore her, even if she is a little bit evil.
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: I'm a cat for Obama!
The Groups I'm In: ♥ A Tribute to Simba ♥, **Tabbies With 'Tudes** , Hey! You Look Like Me!, PETS for OBAMA, Pawsome Pages, Pen Paws, Voki Madness!
The Last Forum I Posted In: Jake's Catnip wine and tuna
Mom came home from work on Friday night and it was late! Well, later than usual. The timing was almost perfect however. She had a horrendous week at work that was tooped off by leaving in a snit! She was really angry when she left, had a horrible headache and she was late for dinner!
Well, what about me! I was sitting at home all by myself! No food and nothing to do but wait!
So eventually mom gets home. With lots of stuff in her hands and arms, including a heavy Kitchenaid mixer (whatever that is-I wasn't not all that concerned). The important part was that the door opened, and mom was struggling not to drop anything. Yeah you guessed it, I made my break. I ran out the door and up the stairs. Perfect night to go on the roof. It was really, really warm out. No wind. So I ran straight up there with mom in hot pursuit!
Darn it! First thing I spotted was water coming from some sort of funny thing that was also making noise. Apparently it some one put a fountain up there. And there was a guy sitting in a chair smoking some funny smelling stuff. It stopped me in my tracks long enough for mom to catch me. Man was I bummed because she was no mood to hang up there and play chase. She usually loses at chase because she can only go up on part of the roof and I can go on all of it. So we have a difference of opinion on how much fun it is. I'm hoping to get up there again soon.
Mom did come home with a cute toy. My aunt, my mom's siter bought me a mouse. They think it is very cute. It was hand-crafted in Mongolia or something like that. My aunt bought it at an "eco-fair" or something like that. Of course I decided not to play with it. I prefer not to see that look of satisfaction on their faces. I can always play with later when no one is around, which by the way seems to be most of the time anyway!
Well, I think I'll go now and ignore my mom as much as I can.
I woke up this morning with a funny feeling. It turns out that while I was asleep I was tagged by Mago to play Margo's tag game. Those two cats have very cute accents. My accent is a bit boring but hopefully you will be able to understand me.
1. How mene toes duz yew hab?
I have all my toes. My mom tries to cut them off but I won't let her.
2. Is yew marreed?
Mom says I am too mean to marry but she isn't married either so what does that say about her?
3. Duz yew hab short, medium, or long hairs?
All of the above, but mostly it is medium. And very soft.
4. Duz yew likes tew dress up?
Absolutely not. Mom has delusions about this but I set her straight each and everytime she tries!
5. Hoo gots da stinkeeeest gas in yore house???
Hmmm. It's only me and my mom in this house. I will decline to answer.
6. How mene toys duz yew hab?
I was never very good at math but I think I have lots. What I really need is a playmate!
7. Is yore tale straight, kinked, curly, fat, thin, or jus rite?
My tale is a long and twisted story. Mom only knows the part from shelter to here. I'm too traumatized to tell her the rest. Oh my tail? It's big and fluffy and goes swoosh!
8. Hab yew eber killed a reel mousie??
Well, I had nasty worms when I came here. The vet said they come from rodents, so there you have it. Unfortunately, there have only been fake mice since I've been here. It's really boring at my house (see #6).
9. Is yew beeyooteeful, hansum, or uglee??
I am a very beautiful girl or so my mom says.
10. Is yew da King ob da house, Kween ob da house, or da Serbint?????
I am the Queen and mom is my servant!
I would like to invite my friends Mumtatz and Henry to play if they feel like it.
No, wait. That's not right. I would like to thank Stipey and and Maya for my 'Power of the Paw' rosette. It was very nice of them to send it to me. I also am a bit late thanking some other friends for the goodies they sent me. I received a great big red heart from Diego. If Diego wasn't already spoken for I might consider a road trip to Portland. Alas, he has a beautiful girlfriend named Polka Dot, however I do feel honored to be a friend-girl to Diego.
From that very cool Catster family in the Silicon Valley I have received all sorts of treats. As we all know Thanksgiving is about sharing. The very adorable Pilgrim Pebbles gave me a Pink Shrimp for my enjoyment. And the sweet little Pixie pilgrim sent me some cool sunglasses for the California sun. And "Reeb the Great Turkey" sent some sweet candy corn. It was awfully nice of them to send me these things. And it was pretty unthoughtful of me to just get around to writing about it now. Maybe now that mom isn't checking the internet for election updates every few minutes I may actually get back to more frequent diary updates.
I hope all is well with all of my pals and I look forward to checking with you soon.
Cheers,
luci
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