Dog


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Home:Austin, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Dogamus, Dog-face, Dog-Kitty, Dog-a-dog, old Dog

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

Likes:
Now: sleeping on laps and being loved! In her prime: delivering mouse and bird carcasses to the front doorstep as a show of love

Pet-Peeves:
Medicine! She has to take pills for her skin allergy, and she hates them so much!

Favorite Toy:
Play? Not for a lady of her years and wisdom.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Mom's lap, or anywhere else, basically

Favorite Food:
Chicken! Yum.

Skills:
Just being the most wonderful cat ever!

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
When I was in high school my mom and I moved to a small house in the country, surrounded by fields (and therefore field mice). My boyfriend at the time had about a dozen cats, so we asked if we could have a kitten from the next litter. When the time came, the kittens' mother unfortunately hid them under the house. In a rare show of generosity, my boyfriend gave me his most beloved full-grown cat, Dog, instead. That was 9 years ago, and she's been with us ever since.

Bio:
Dog actually lives with my mom in Clute, TX. In her younger days she was the best mouser I've ever seen. She kept our house completely free of rodents, roaches, and lizards. We thought she ran away one February, but two months later she turned up on the porch with singed fur and burned-off whiskers, as well as a bone sticking out of her foot. We took her to the vet, and he said it was likely she had crawled into a car engine to keep warm, then the car was started. Her vestigial thumb (the bone sticking out of her foot) was amputated and she hobbled around the house for about a month in a little blue cast. Nowadays she spends most of her time sleeping, with a good portion devoted to eating. She has skin allergies which she has to take medicine for, and the medicine makes her hungry, so she has gotten quite pudgy. But she's still my beautiful Dog-Kitty! *****Update!***** I saw Dog over the Thanksgiving holiday, and she is doing much better! Mom said her skin allergies haven't been bothering her, so she hasn't needed to take her medication, and as a result hasn't been so hungry. So now she's back to a fairly healthy weight of 9 lbs!

Forums Motto:
Is it naptime yet?

The Groups I'm In:
Foto Cats

The Last Forum I Posted In:
flea &tick treatment

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 25th 2004 More than 9 years!

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Catster Id:
75049


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Surviving Evacuation

October 6th 2005 6:38 pm
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We survived the Rita evacuation, somehow. I haven't had a diary until now, but I think an event such as this merits one. At least one entry, anyway.

We got packed into our carriers at 10 am. There was a lot of stuff in the truck, and we didn't know where we were going, and we were scared. We cried loudly for a while. But the truck wasn't going anywhere. The engine started to get too hot, so we had to turn off the A/C and roll down the windows. That's when things really got nasty.

Rocky and stopped crying and started panting. Our human did that thing humans do, called sweating, more than is actually humanly possible. She was practically swimming in it. We hadn't planned on being out in the heat and we didn't have any water. Luckily, our human had a chest of ice, and she gave us ice cubes through our carriers to help keep us cool. It only worked a little bit.

After 11 hours of this we finally made it to Austin. We got to our evacuation home, where we just wanted to lie down and rest. We didn't realize there were two cats living there already. They didn't know anything about the hurricane, or the long, hot car ride, and they were angry we were in their territory. They hissed and bristled and growled, but we were just too tired to fight. We crawled under the nearest dark place we could find and went to sleep.

Things got better eventually. We stayed in the bedroom and they left us alone. The litterbox was stinky, because there were so many of us using it, but we were just glad to have a place to live. And in a few days it was all over. We were better prepared for the trip back, with water bottles to hang on our cages in case it got too hot, but the traffic was better and we were able to keep the A/C on the whole way.

We're so glad our human is building a hurricane-proof house!

 
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