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American Shorthair

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Home:Milwaukee, WI

Age: 12 Years Sex: Female Weight: 9 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Mochelsa, Mochie, Mo, E-dog, El-M-N-O, Mel, Meloria, Coca-Melsie

Kitty Complexion:

Activeness

sleepy		very active

Intelligence

silly		genius

Curiosity

not curious		very curious

Friendliness

timid		affectionate

Vocal

not vocal		very vocal

Quick Bio:

-part feral

-cat rescue

Birthday:
July 8th 1999

Likes:
I love to be flipped on my back and have my chin scratched but most of all, I love love love it when someone sticks a knuckle in my ears and jiggles it. I swear, it sounds ridiculous but it feels great. My eyes roll back in my head in ecstacy!

Pet-Peeves:
I hate when the furniture gets moved around. I cant see so good so that trips me up. I hate when my brother pushes me off the balcony. That sucks. I generally hate my brother antagonizing me. He's such a pain and kinda a bully.

Favorite Toy:
Sparkle balls! Gimme Sparkle balls! They tickle my nose.

Favorite Nap Spot:
I love napping on moms chest, or on the back of the big chair. Also on peoples legs, esp visitors.

Favorite Food:
I love fruit, especially grapes and strawberries. I love Cheese too (it's wisconsin baby). Junkfood junkie; Cheetoes & Doritos man. I'll lick those clean. Sometimes mom lets me lick a hershey's kiss too and I love that. Mmmm chocolate.

Skills:
I can Fetch. I also have been told that I have a weird purr. It's kinda got a bit of a whistle to it when I get going.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I'll let mom tell this one: I went to a party at a friends barn and this little runty kitten was being passed around. Tiny, runty, and sick sick sick. But she was purring like crazy. Her eyes were full of sores. She looked pathetic. She couldnt walk straight and had no balance. This jerky guy dropped her and she landed on her side with a thud. I scooped her up and held her the rest of the night. She purred incessantly. When it was time to go at 5am, I put her down in the dog bed in the barn but she wouldnt let me go. She kept putting her claws in my sweater. At this point I'm crying cuz it's a pretty pathetic scene. I cried all the way home. I was consumed with the fate of this kitten for the next week. I knew she would die soon, she was so ill. My birthday was that next weekend and when i got to my boyfriend's house, he said "look who's here" and there she sat, all disoriented and falling over inthe living room. He had gone and got her for me! We took her to the vet and got her all fixed up and she's an awesome kid now. She cant see so well because of the scars on her corneas (From some killer infection) but she does pretty well, considering. I dig her.

Bio:
My name come's from the phonetic pronounciation of the initials "L.C." Mom thought I was such a charity case that she said I was her little "Lost Cause" and thus, she named me LC---which became "Elsie".

Lives Remaining:
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Forums Motto:
Most Presh.

The Groups I'm In:
Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Orangie Girls, Royal Canin® Felines

I've Been On Catster Since:

October 25th 2004