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Coloration: Orange
Likes: Rubbed on stomach
Pet-Peeves: water, leashes
Favorite Toy: String with toys on the end.
Favorite Nap Spot: under the sun from the skylight
Favorite Food: Turkey and gravy
Skills: He can give highfives
Dwells:
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: Around 5 or 6 years ago, I was outside playing with my sister and my friend when my friend noticed a stray cat walk by. I really loved animals, but I didn't have any pets because of my dad's allergy, so I acted like I saw the animal before to impress my friend. We all chased after it and he got scared and ran and hid. For the next couple of days, we would see him around outside in the neighborhood. When I told my mom, she started to put out cans of tuna fish ...secretly, so my dad wouldn't notice and get angry. One day he found out that the cat was befriending us and he said we might have to stop. But, after a month, we somehow got my dad to allow the cat to stay inside the house with us, even with him sneezing all the time and having watery eyes. By that time, my family came up with a name for (what we thougt was a girl) the cat, Sandy. The whole family knew he liked me the most, so I kind of adopted him (or maybe he adopted me). He always wanted to go outside, then inside, then outside again. We worked really hard putting up fliers and getting in touch with people saying we found a stray cat. Nothing. In around three months after no one said anything about him being owned, my mom and I took him to the vet. We found out that what we thought was a she was actually a he! We didn't change the name though, it stuck. About, I don't know, 2 months after we took Sandy to the vet, you'll never guess, his owners showed up at our door. They were saying that they think we have there cat, the one with a weppy eye and a small nub for a tail. Once I heard that, I ran into my room and started to cry, I loved him and didn't want anyone to take him away. My dad asked the people at the door if we could have one night to say good-bye. They agreed, because they heard me being sad. They said that their mom had already gotten another cat and that it depended on their mom if WE COULD KEEP HIM. That night when I was in bed, I heard the phone ring, I was half asleep when my dad called my sister and I out of our room and into the room where my parents were sitting. My dad asked us what we thougt Sandy's lastname was: I guessed right, it was the same as our family's! I was sooo happy that night! It turned out the owners only let us keep him on the condition if we ever had to give him away, we'd give him to them. My dad eventually got over the allergy and Sandy was finally an official member of our family!
Lives Remaining: 5 of 9
The Groups I'm In: The Manx Club
This week has been fun... A dog has been staying with us, her name is Rose. She is so cool. I love to play with her and lick her ears. I think I am being good because I only hissed once (because she stepped on my paw!!) and I let her sleep with MY person. Even though she is much bigger than me, I could SO beat her up (and scratch her to pieces!!) .
This week has been fun... A dog has been staying with us, her name is Rose. She is so cool. I love to play with her and lick her ears. I think I am being good because I only hissed once (because she stepped on my paw!!) and I let her sleep with MY person. Even though she is much bigger than me, I could SO beat her up (and scratch her to pieces!!) .
On July 20th, 2007 I got horrible news that Sandy had ran away. It had happened before but only over night, I was sure he'd come back in the morning. 1 week went by, I thought he might be dead. 2 weeks went, I thought he was dead. 18 days went by, I thought I'd never see him again. After putting up soo many fliers and going door to door asking questions and getting no clues. that's what you'd think, too. In the morning of the end of the third week, my mom was trying to decide wether or not to go straight to the grocery store or to drink coffee first. She decided coffee was best. While sitting in the living room drinking her coffee, she heard a meowing outside. She figured it was the stray black cat we saw the night before. She opened the door to find the extremely skinny, scruffy orange cat we loved named Sandy. He was meowing over and over again... meow, meow, meow, meow. I heard that in my sleep and woke up and ran to find my cat in my mom's arms. I think I almost cryed I was soo happy! I carried him into my dad's room and showed him who we found. After giving him soo many hugs and kisses and my parents telling me "...and you thougt he was dead!", we gave him some food. At first we took it slowly so he wouldn't throw-up, but after about a month, he was a fat little cat again and everyone was happy, especially him. But, I guess we'll never know for sure what happened to him and how he survived in those 3 weeks of his life.
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