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Age: 5 Years Sex: Female Weight: 10 lbs.
Photo Comments "who're you calling bananas?"
Photo Comments "i was sleeepin'...go 'way!!"
Photo Comments "the art of taking a cat nap"
Photo Comments "i am the queen of all i survey"
Photo Comments "ambush in progress"
Photo Comments (2) "nice teeth"
Photo Comments "i want mommy to hush!"
Photo Comments "merkitty? or is she warning of the dangers that lie within?"
Photo Comments "shyloh's personal catputer with her personal world clock" [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
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Leave a treat for shyloh paige
Special Gift Box:
Nicknames:
shy, lady shy, tiger cub, hide and seek cat, frogster (obsessed with toy frogs, who knows), shyloh mcshya, shype
Kitty Complexion:
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Sun Sign: 
Birthday:
October 19th 2007
Coloration:
Orange Tabby
Likes:
sleeping under the christmas tree, snuggling with mommy, her car bed, her sister
Pet-Peeves:
doesn't appear to have any-yet. she's a pretty laid-back cat...OOPS. spoke too soon: shyloh will not share her frogs. also, cannot be left alone.
Favorite Toy:
her sister, her frogs (paws off my frogs!), churrah's tail, anything that moves
Favorite Nap Spot:
mommy, under christmas tree, in the car bed with sis
Favorite Food:
iams kitten formula, popcorn, a stolen french fry every now and then...they're hard to guard effectively, ranch dressing
Skills:
scaring the dickens out of mommy with sudden visits. can also hold a killer grudge...is that a skill?
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
we had been talking to this guy, as i said on kaya's page, and he said he was bringing the kittens over today-well, he meant bringing them and leaving them. we were fairly sure we were adopting them, but i was taken aback until he told us he was over the legal limit on cats, and needed to get the nose count down. and kittens were easier to adopt out fast, so he started there. i thought he was going to cry when he left. had to say goodbye to them each like eight times...this is how people get over the limit on cats i suppose. had to rip himself away from kaya and shiloh...what's he going to be like when he has to find homes for some of them he's had for years?
he also told us they were three months old-we're guessing maybe six weeks, if that. update: as time went on, i saw their former 'guardian' in a clearer light. the girls were fleabitten, weighed not much more than half a pound, you could actually count their vertebrae by eye. we still haven't managed to completely get rid of their ear mite problem, though it's much better. he was so obsessed with 'having' cats he didn't care for them as individual creatures worthy of so much as decent food and protection from pests, much less love and attention. the kittens were headshy, skittish, and for weeks centered on each other only. they had very obviously not been handled by humans. our guess was pretty close on their age-they only recently lost their 'baby fangs' at around what we figured was the five month mark. i shudder when i think of what their lives would have been like if the law had not stepped in and forced him to dismantle his hoarded horde of cats and kittens.)
Lives Remaining:
9 of 9
Forums Motto:
if it moves, it's a toy
The Groups I'm In:
!!!"PETS OF AMEOWICA"!!!, ♥All Fur Fun♥, FANCYPANTS CAFE, The 3 Amigos, ALL KITTENS WELCOME in this GROUP!!!, Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Crazy, Dyson Dogster/Catster, Friends Of Ferals, Furry Friends of West Michigan, Grandad Conrad's Athletic School, Orangie Girls, Pawsome Pages, Purrz fur Palz, Samoa's Detective Agency, Tall Cat Tales, THUNDERCATS*, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Fake Cats? Huh?
I've Been On Catster Since:
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More than 5 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
676527
 for 1995 days
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March 21st 2008 10:41 pm
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i'm a baby couch potato, the people say. i like the talking picture box. the tv, you know what i mean...you put your nose or your paws up to it and it tingles? and the pictures move-move-move...then stop. then move-move-move...it's great. put my paws all over the pictures, and it crackle-crackle-crackles...delightful feeling! it's my absolute favorite new toy.
the human people understand that-but they tell me they can't see through me, and they move me...but i can't stay away. i just can't stay from the people and the move-move-move, tingle on my paws, tingle on my nose....tingle from my nose to my toes!!
they say my daddy wasn't a glassmaker...maybe he was a tv producer?
February 13th 2008 10:00 pm
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my mommy abandoned me last night. i saw her pick up kaya...that's ok, she can do that. then i saw she had MY food bowl...that was odd. then they were gone!! just gone. both of them!! and my auntie, she was outside burning those nasty paper sticks...so i was ALONE.
i'm not supposed to be alone. ever.
i ran down the hall...but the bedroom door was closed. the bedroom door was closed and mommy was on the INSIDE. and i WASN'T.
that's not supposed to happen. ever.
the other two bedroom doors were open, but churrah hisses at me sometimes when i go in there, and his person always thinks i'm trying to steal his food-well, i do steal his food sometimes, but he steals ours so fair is fair-and so i didn't feel like i was wanted there. especially since my OWN MOMMY didn't want me!! so...i ran in the other bedroom, cause it smells like kaya. i hid in the closet until kaya's mommy came to bed, and then i got in bed with her and tried to pretend real hard that kaya was there too-cause i could smell her on her blanket-but she wasn't!!
no mommy. no kaya. wrong room. wrong food bowl. wrong. everything was wrong. there was a light on. the door was open. i couldn't rest. i don't think my auntie got much rest either, cause when i can't rest i can't be still. i ran around the room and threw kaya's toys around...then got in bed again. then threw some more toys around...and jumped in my auntie's face and cried...then did it all over again. and again...
finally, mommy got up. kaya ran in the room and attacked her mommy's feet...she wasn't happy either. we ran off the unhappies as best we could...but i'm still mad. you know why?
cause when my auntie told my mommy she took the wrong cat to bed, mommy said she didn't!! she didn't even know it wasn't me!! how could she know it wasn't me? i know my mommy can't see-she was all the way blind before she was twelve years old-but doesn't my mommy know me? i know my mommy in the dark, why doesn't my mommy know me? my auntie knew i was shyloh before she ever saw me, so why didn't my mommy know kaya wasn't me all night? huh?
we laid down later in the day-at least she took the right kitten to bed that time-and she wondered why i wouldn't snuggle up. well. mommy's not too bright, is she?
kaya says that's mean, saying mommy's not too bright...but either she's not too bright or she don't love me no more...so i say mommy's not too bright.
January 4th 2008 12:09 am
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how sturdy are your branches? i really wanna know...that's why i come up the tree the way i do, keeping myself flattened against the side. that way i feel if the branches will take my weight-and if things get slippy i can slippy-slide down in a controlled descent. kaya barrels up the middle where she knows it'll take her, then-literally-goes out on a limb. not me. i say when you take a "devil take the hindmost" attitude something always gets you in the end. that's not me. but...i CAN take advantage of that, you know...
so, kaya climbs higher. i'm a little lower. i come up at right angles, or maybe a little zigzaggy, and tempt her into a scuffle. she hasn't tested all the holds...i have. guess who falls? not me.
of course, kaya falls a lot. so who do the humans blame? nobody, really. gravity maybe. but not me.
kaya thinks she climbs better cause she climbs HIGHER. i say i climb better cause i fall LESS. i should really take a poll...
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