Nicknames: teen, teenie, burr, teen bean, little teen, teen bo bean
Gotcha Date: September 8th 2005
Birthday: August 20th 2005
Likes: to meow and get attention
Pet-Peeves: bowser the dog
Favorite Toy: an old, used up pink wool ball
Favorite Nap Spot: little cat bed, under the bed, and on the bed.
Favorite Food: sour cream
Arrival Story: I rescued Tiny, her mother, and her siblings from a high rate kill shelter in Michigan. The mother was a silver tabby oriental shorthair that somehow found herself with 6 mixed-breed kittens. The kittens were only 4 weeks old, and had to be adopted together.
Tiny was only half a pound at 6 weeks old. she nearly died from an aggressive infection. Tinys struggle for life touched me so much i started a cat rescue in her Name. Tiny Tales rescue has saved over 100 strays, death row rescues, cruelty case cats, and unwanted pets.
Bio: tinys mom was a Oriental shorthair. Tiny has the same bodytype and has even won ribbions at the CFA household pet show. The judge agreeed and loved her Oriental build and lovly smile. She is very vocal and will even play fetch, do tricks, walk on a leash, and ride on your back.
tiny is currently fed a home made diet of all meat and vitamin supplements. She nearly died from Mega Colon. This was brought on by eating too much dry catfood. I warn anyone to do their research before feeding a dry diet. I almost lost my baby to it.
yes ma, i know im cute. yes ma, i know i am a fat verison of an oriental and im super cute. yes ma, i know i won ribbions at the cat show for being so oriental and cute. I KNOW i have the build, and the voice.
but i swear, if you adopt that other oriental mix cat and expect me to like it...well...your in for a shock. It wont be like me, im cuter.
if i would have know me being a half breed would encourage you to adopt another one, well, i wouldnt have told you. i would have been just like any other lazy ol tortie and bite, growl and never talk to you again. have you BEEN around my sisters lately? Spooky and Minnie are grumpy ol things without an ounce of my body and charm. i could be like them. Your lucky grandma took those ol' grumps. i doubt you'd be hurrying to the pound to get another.
3am: I hear the crinkling of paper, the unmistakable sound of a plastic trash can hitting the floor, followed by more crinkling of paper. For about 5 minutes i lay half alseep while tiny rips open a fast food bag from Rallys. Fully awake and annoyed, i utter a sharp "TEEN!" and in response tiny meows out in her high pitch voice " buuuurrr wow!!" and flys up to the bed purring. You cant ever yell at Tiny. she just purrs.
7am: i get up to roll over and ponder if my need to use the bathroom is greater then my need to fall back asleep, when Tiny hosits herself onto my back and lays down. I difrt back to sleep. I feel a cold paw pad on my face. I ignore. I feel a pointed claw on my face, i pet the cat. Tiny contiunes to tap my face with her paws untill i get up and feed her. I put her dry cat food in her bowl, Tiny sniffs it and walks away. She wasnt hungry, but just wanted to make sure i put the food in the bowl at the proper time.
8am: My houseguest comes into my bedroom. He picks up the upturned trash and puts the now empty chicken wing box back into the bag. I roll over from my post cat feeding nap and say " you left a chicken wing in the bag" and fall back to sleep. No explnation is needed. Thats just Tiny.