Nicknames: Hermy, Little leopard, piglit, Maruda, Hermione "no sheds" Jackson, 'El Chubola' , Hoim-a-la, Shimione, and Hermington Snottingham Smythe.
Birthday: March 10th 2004
Likes: wet food! Always seems to be hungry! Cleans up Zuzu's dish when she's done. Catnip! Bellyrubs.
Pet-Peeves: being held for a long time except for Grandma. DUFFY!.
Favorite Toy: anything at the end of a rope or a laser dot
Favorite Nap Spot: In her kitty condo, the styrofoam kitty pillow homemade, or on owner
Favorite Food: Any wet canned food. Anything I eat (human food)
Skills: Very chatty kitty. Purrs like a motor! Able to eat like my dog. Has an uncanny ability to know when the laser pointer is picked up no matter where she is in the house. Comes a running when any can is opened (thinking it is for her).
Arrival Story: I went outside to let my dog in and someone across the street threw her away in front of me on the grass! It was then I sort of decided to take her in. I tried looking for a good home for her (the second pic is the one I showed around) and the Humane Society was full. I didn't want her to be put down, so I ended up keeping her.
Bio: She is a healthy loving cat. She is spayed and very friendly with my other pets. She loves to play! Very verbal during feeding time. When I took her to the vet, I was told she was a brown/black spotted tabby calico color ... whew! Her first few days in the house, she hid behind the furnace and only came out infrequently. Luckily, the litter boxes are located in the furnace room. She must have been eating when the other cats were done. I wasn't sure I should take her in and did let her outside two times. I asked the neighbors if they wanted her and they said no. One day when I thought she was out, she showed up and I blamed my ex-boyfriend for letting her in. He didn't but, that was now it, she ended up staying. She is now a confident kitty with her tail up in the air just bent below her white tip.
She constantly follows me around and calls for me when I seem to get away from her. That is why I call her Maruda (it's Polish for a major complainer who goes everywhere in the house).
Well, a bit has happened since my last entry. I went to the vet for a check up and the doctor saw a kitty cavity on my tooth. Barbie booked me in for surgery and a cleaning. I went but, fortunately, I didn't have a cavity so I kept all my teeth. I had my teeth cleaned and recovered quite well from the surgery. Other than being fat, I am fine.
Now today, I am now 8 years old and found out I share Chuck Norris' birthday. Nobody crosses either of us and I wish all the other kitties and Mr. Norris a happy birthday today.
I am just starting to get used to Duffy staying here and he is not afraid of me so it's not so great. So Pebbles and Jazz come over with Tom. I like Tom, every day he is there, he feeds me wet food. Duffy gets the by-products but, I'm sure I get the good stuff first! Dad always gives me some wet food too, that's why I am always happy to see him. Barbie has become really stingy lately. I've been trying to ignore the lectures on losing weight, loving me too much to feed me! She uses the same intonation whenever Vincent insists on going outside.
If I use my big eyes to look up at her adoringly, and purr a little, you know; the head butt thing and meow like a kitten sounding when I was all scared, hungry, and alone. Well, Barbie just caves in!
Earlier today, Barbie lifted Pebbles up to me. We touched noses and I didn't growl one bit near her. Barbie thinks that is a good sign that I might be adapting to this Cairn Terrier who loves to chase me. Pebbles dares to check me out when I'm drinking water! Then Duffy comes and all heck breaks loose because I cornered myself. Even when they are shooed away, it takes me a while to feel comfortable to return to daily living. I tend to relax on high ground.
So we go on to Thursday and Tom comes over and takes the girls home! Finally, I get to sleep on the bed. I don't know how stealthy you think cats are but, it is like a minefield actually getting to the bed. The unfathomable Pebbles sleeps on the bed and on the floor at different times of the night. Hard to consider engaging her with stealth Duffy around who isn't disturbed by all these dogs in the least. So now I have to consider combat with my own kind or dive into 4 dogs; I choose the basement.
I recently went to the vet and I didn't like the car ride or the place one bit. I mean Dr. McDonell was nice but, I was so nervous. I hid my head in Tom's elbow all the way there and back. My paws were sweaty when I walked on the table and I hid while Barbie held Vincent. I don't think I am a good candidate for traveling. The good news is that I got all my needles and am healthy albeit overweight. Barbie thinks that it is just the way I am. I certainly can't play as I used to with that Duffy around who either hogs the toy or watches me play. Yes, we do sleep on the bed but, if he comes too close ... he had better not want to find out!
I just got used to being the baby of the family and then Barbie goes ahead and gets a younger cat! He is an orange tabby and everyone thinks he is incredibly cute. Dad came by and petted Duffy and myself. I used to be Dad's favorite because I have short fur like his cat Kitcha. Now Duffy goes on Dad's lap and lets him put his finger in his ear and purrs like a demon. Dad even asked Barbie where he can get a cat like Duffy!? Barbie thinks Dad would do well with a kitty so she recommended the Humane Society. We think Dad misses his Kitcha too much since she went to the Rainbow Bridge and maybe he can't get a wonderful kitty to share his life with.
Now my place as Dad's favorite is in jeopardy! Duffy hogs the toys and gets a lot of attention from the guys who visit here. I am no longer getting wet food too! Maybe when Tom or Dad come by, I might get wet food once a week but, c'mon! My wogga-wogga is now really thin as I am starving for wet food. I can't be fatty-bo-batty without my wogga-wogga!
Duffy comes up to me and wants to play by putting his paw on me. He actually dares?! He is here to protect me and I am a little on edge because that Duffy is around. I still manage to make it to sleep on the bed with Barbie at night but, that darn Duffy likes to sleep in the upstairs tub. He comes out to investigate on me and then wants to play at 2AM! I am getting ready for sleep and Duffy stealth jumps on me! I can't help but cry out which wakes the whole house up.
This Beavis guy didn't bug me one bit and I realized that my routine was not disturbed with his arrival. He doesn't try to bite me or bat me with his paw. I can only hope that this Duffy guy gets his taxi called and he will go away. For those of you not familiar with our city, we have a taxi company by the name of Duffy's Taxi.
I can only hope for a speedy resolution to this situation. How long will it take to possibly get used to him?