Pele Corazon Zorak


Domestic Shorthair
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Home:Dublin, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 8 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Kitten, Kitteny Kitten, Gato Gato Gato, Fuzzbutt, Shortstacks, Vampire Kitten

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

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Quick Bio:
-pound cat

Birthday:
May 5th 2005

Coloration:
Black and White

Likes:
Wet food night, eating random leaves but not the expensive cat food, visiting humans while they're in the bathroom, practicing the death chomp while watching birdies out the window, Temptations treats, extremely loud 4:00 a.m. baths at the foot of the bed

Pet-Peeves:
Other cats (although there are uneasy detentes with certain cats), the doorbell, seafood-flavored food, unauthorized petties

Favorite Toy:
Anything that can be batted around on the floor

Favorite Nap Spot:
The foot of mom and dad's bed (ironically also a favorite pooping spot)

Favorite Food:
Chicken, beef, or turkey wet food

Skills:
Death stares, soccer, destroying those cardboard carriers they give you when you get adopted in under 10 minutes

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
We had lost our beloved little one, Dutchie, to mammary cancer in January 2006. Suddenly, our house was without Dutchie's sweet soul, and the patter of her little paws on the ground as she made her patrols or came for snuggle time. We eventually started to think about opening our home to another kitty in need (Dutchie sort of fell into my lap when her mom, a resident of my apartment complex, died and she needed a home), thinking it might also take the edge off the ache in our hearts. I had been following cats at the local shelters online. I really fell for the profile of a little one at East Bay SPCA. My fiance was not convinced that it was a great idea to adopt a cat 2 weeks before our wedding (what with the stress-free time we were having planning our wedding and all), but was very supportive. We went to the shelter to meet the cat I had fallen for online. She was "just not that into" us. We went around to the other rooms (the East Bay SPCA has a great set-up where there will be one or more cats in small glass rooms that you can go around and visit with). The last room we came to was right across from the cat who we had come to see. It contained a small black and white cat who was by herself, named Corazon. She had come in from an Oakland shelter with her kittens, who had all been adopted. We connected immediately (or, more to the point, we didn't totally offend her delicate sensibilities), and couldn't leave without signing on to take her home. On the way home, Pele discovered one of her skills, namely that she could destroy the cardboard box they send adopted cats home in. About 10 minutes into the ride home (which, thankfully, is only about a 15 minute trip), Pele's head was sticking out of a large hole she'd carved in the side of the box.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
I'm going to hide in the closet

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 11th 2008 More than 6 years!

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Catster Id:
752101


Meet my family
DutchieJosie Danger
Kat Weezy
Pablo
Ne-blue-da
Rosales

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Pele's Ponderings


Courage the Cowardly Cat

July 16th 2010 10:48 am
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I, Pele the Gato, admit that I am not a brave gato. If someone knocks on our door, I'm heading under the bed. If fireworks go off in our neighborhood, I'm heading under the bed. If someone goes to bed, I'm heading under the bed.

For the past few days, we've had contractors coming in and out of our house, which makes me even less brave. For instance, this morning the contractors arrived a little early, so I not only installed myself under the bed, but worked my way up into the box spring by slicing a hole in the cloth cover. My mom employed every trick she could think of to get me to come out, but I was satisfied to stay inside the box spring, thank you very much.

Eventually, she did wrestle me out from the box spring and from underneath the bed. If you ever watch WWE, it looked a lot like that, except with a lady and a cat. And also we were wearing more clothes.

After she caught me, my mom stuffed me in my crate for the day for safety. If you need me, I will be scraping a mug back and forth against the bars, and perhaps yowling indignantly.

Fin.

 

Pele the Gato - Financial Genius

September 26th 2008 1:42 pm
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I'm thinking that maybe I should work on Wall Street. Early, early in the morning, when Wamu went under, I blew chow all over Mom and Dad's bed. They were not amused, and did a lot of bleary-eyed swearing. However, I was just trying to tell them that I'm basically a kitty financial tuning fork, and I was upset about Wamu going under. Also, I know that you shouldn't lend money to people who cannot pay it back, unlike so many of those Wall Street guys. This could be a career change for me, but it would be difficult to give up the lounging, licking myself, death stares, and constant napping. Actually, that sounds pretty much like what a Wall Street type does all day too, but they don't get paid in Temptations like I do.

Fin.

 

I'm Intrigued by the Dog

July 2nd 2008 10:38 am
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We recently adopted a d-o-g. Her name is Josie, but I will refer to her herein as "the dog."

As you know, I hate cats. They make me insane. I'm getting a little angry just thinking about it. I have uneasy detentes with certain cats (see above). Because I see them so often, I've kinda habituated myself to them. My friends on Catster are different, because I don't actually see them in cat, which is what really sets me off. I think it's because I'm a territorial sort, but I know the difference between an in cat cat, and a cat on the computer or on TV.

The dog, on the other hand, intrigues me. And I seem to intrigue the dog, in a "boy wouldn't she be fun to chase" kind of way. I wish to approach the dog, which makes mom and dad nervous. Then I get, "Pele stop being so brave!" But I think I like d-o-g-s. I will now hang my head in shame, and I'll post a picture of same, but it will look more like I'm looking regally down on the camera.

Fin.

 
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