Manx/Breed Unknown
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Age: 8 Years   Sex: Female

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Bear-girl; Bear-bear; "Seal" (see: Special Skills)

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue


Being pestered and chased around the house by her brother Milo

Favorite Toy:
Squeaky RealMouseā„¢

Nudging the backs of her favorite "pawsons" knees with her nose, to gain attention


Arrival Story:
See initial diary entry (below).

Although of unknown paternal parentage, Bear has developed into quite a handsome (for lack of a better adjective) Manx-ish-looking cat. She has the short, stocky body, with a rounded tummy and sturdy back legs characteristic of her predominant breed, as distinguished from her two siblings. Personality-wise, whereas her brother Milo is loving and affectionate (a constant "purr-box"!), I would describe Bear as friendly and adventurous. Milo may have been the first out of their kitty playpen (when they were very young); but Bear was the first to venture to another part of the house to meet our four established felines and check out "their" territory. :) She's quite a brave little kitty, quiet, playful and enjoys being petted, although she takes a while to warm up to new people.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 2nd 2008 More than 8 years!

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Bear's Diary

"Testing, testing, 1-2-3..."

September 15th 2008 7:56 pm
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Greetings and welcome to my diary! As you probably already know by now, me, my two siblings (Milo and Cathy) and our tortoiseshell mother, Marmee were all rescued by this really nice lady and her husband and we're all currently looking for good homes! We had been living underneath someone's back porch; and although Mom did her best to try and take care of herself and us, too, it just wasn't working out too well.

The older lady who owned the house would feed us once in a while, maybe (whenever she remembered we were there); but she didn't like kitty cats too much. She might've thought she did, but when it came to actually taking care of kitties and providing for their needs, she wasn't very knowledgable or committed. You see, she grew up on a farm over sixty years ago, and back then people didn't care for their kitties like they do now. We didn't know any of this at the time, but the last cat she owned was about twenty years ago -- a big orange, battle-scarred tom who spent most of his time outdoors, roaming, fighting and causing many other little kittens (similar to ourselves) to be born into the neighborhood. From what we'd heard, he didn't pay any kitten-support (and neither did his owner), so that wasn't a very good situation at all.

Anyway, based on my kitty mommy's limited experience with humans, we didn't know there were people who could be kind and good. So since this older lady wasn't getting any purrs, rubs or head-butts from us -- in fact, far from being lap-warmers we would run away whenever anyone tried to get too close! -- unfortunately she didn't have much patience or see much use for keeping us around. :(

Thank goodness we were all rescued from that place!! =^..^= If someone didn't help us soon, we all might've wound up at the county pound, where we all would've met a very sad end -- so I am SOOOOOO VERY grateful!! =^..^= *purrrr-ruuuubbb-purrrrr!* It took a while, but we gradually, eventually learned what it was like to be loved, given regular, good quality food, played with and held and cuddled. So we're all getting used to domestic life now, albeit each at our own (slightly different) pace.

When we were very young, we would hiss and spit at anyone who came too near. So at first we were kept in a kitty playpen covered with a sheet on three sides, with a little box to hide in so that we would learn to feel safe. Our new adoptive person-Mommy (I'll refer to her as "Mommy" from now on) sometimes would feed us treats on a spoon. I don't know what it's called, but it smelled so good and it tasted like chicky-meat....YUMMY!! I had never dreamed anything could taste so wonderful, especially having lived mostly on bugs and mice and whatever our kitty-mommy could find outdoors for us; and despite our skittishness we just couldn't resist it!! *licks lips* :-3P

My brother Milo was the first one to bravely venture out of our little playpen to investigate our new home; and he's been the 'leader' of our little pack ever since! We've come a long way since we first got here. We were all spayed and neutered about a month ago. That was a somewhat scary but interesting adventure where I got to ride on this big ferry boat, and watch seagulls and all kinds of neat stuff I had never seen before! =^..^= I've gotten over my fear of being picked up and held (well, almost!), and my siblings and I are looking good in our new colorful collars.

The first day I wore mine, I wasn't a very cooperative kitty. I fussed and fidgeted and pulled it right over my head when my Mommy wasn't watching! Mine was this silly-looking little thing like a scrunchie, and like any self-respecting feline of Manx ancestry, I didn't put up with it very long, nosiree! (I've got a new one now). But Mommy says collars are for our own good, in case we ever got outside and got lost, whoever found us would know how to help us get back home and safe again. According to Mommy, a lot more kitties wind up euthanized (I don't know what that big word means, but it sure doesn't sound very nice!) in shelters because they had no identification, than have been trapped or otherwise injured by wearing a collar; so I guess we'll give it a shot.

Oh, and speaking of shots *winces*, we all also got those the day we were fixed. :-3 [ "Fixed"? I didn't even realize I was broke! =P ] *~OUCH!~* But Mommy says we're good on our basic vaccinations now and won't have to have those again for almost a year. So I am at least glad for that, YAY!

You might be wondering how I got my name... Well, after my daddy had been feeding us kittens for a while (this was back when I still lived outside in the older lady's backyard), he was trying to describe to Mommy what kind of cat I was. Since I was tailless (well, okay, I've got a little bitty stump of a tail), Mommy said it sounded like I might be Manx (she hadn't seen me at this point). They had an encyclopedia with pictures of all different kinds of cats. Daddy pointed to one of the pictures and said, "That looks like him there..." [Um, excuse meeeeeee, but I'm a girl! Anyway, Daddy didn't know that at the time -- people make mistakes, I guess -- especially adult men! :P Back to my story...] It was a picture of a dark brown Manx cat (as taken from the back view), half-standing upright on his/her hind feet and looking around inquisitively. Mommy said, "Looks like a bear..." And so Daddy started calling me "Bear" and it stuck, even after they brought me home and found out I needed a spay operation instead of neutering, lol.

Oh well, that's all for now -- see ya next time.

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