Mouse


Breed Unknown
Picture of Mouse, a female Breed Unknown

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Home:Albuquerque, NM  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 12 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Mousie, darling, Daddy's girl

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

Quick Bio:
-pound cat

Birthday:
June 14th 1998

Coloration:
Gray

Likes:
When people sing to her; men in general; scooting (her art)

Pet-Peeves:
Other cats who steal attention, sharing her people, tapeworms, Charlie because "he ruins everything"

Favorite Toy:
A red lazer pointer

Favorite Nap Spot:
On top of or in any box, in Mommy and Daddy's bed if no other kitties are there, and on top of the computer

Favorite Food:
chicken... but only if it is people chicken (not cat food)

Skills:
The power of cute

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Our vet knew we may be interested in adopting a cat a few months after one of ours died. Mouse (formerly known as Socks) had been given to the vet because she was a runt and the other cats in her household would not let her eat. She also had ear mites and other parasites and had been poorly treated. We brought her into our home. It became clear that should would have preferred to be an only cat, but we work it out.

Bio:
Mouse got her name because of her color. When she first came home, we played with her and tried to figure out a good name. At one point we said "Get the mouse, get the mouse" and suddenly realized she was the same color as her toy. It worked! Mouse is our intellectual. She's moody and broody, yet extremely astute and knowing. A tempremental artist, she accepts affection only if you are beaming at her and only her. If another cat jumps into the picture she has been known to run away crying at which point we have to chase after her and sing her a song.

Lives Remaining:
7 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
November 23rd 2004 More than 9 years!

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Catster Id:
89976


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Musings of a Covert Artist


Foiled! Scandals and Alpha Politics

August 31st 2006 12:42 pm
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I am of modest upbringing, but devastating intellect. My story is legend.

They found me, my love and his wife. Bullied and sullied by the harshness of the peasant class. Invaded by parasites and intestional indignities. I was retrieved from squalor and nursed to vitality.

It was all so wonderful. That brief week of exceeding bliss where all that mattered was my well being. And then crashing disappointment! As the door was opened and I found 2 others before me. I was at the bottom of the rank and file. This was not my special story.

And then they brought in another. Younger, but male, and thus alpha by birthright. Was I at the bottom of a long line?

Fortunately the small black one had no such use for hierarchy games and she chose to become a loner. So I was not truly at the bottom, not a true omega. I am beta, but I have a destiny. I am meant for so much more.

At first I attempted brute force. Somehow I had to overwhelm the big, white pillow and knock the cocky little orange to a level more fitting his age. But one as civilized as me as no taste for such vulgarities.

I fell into a sour mood. Grabbing special moments when I could and finding solice in isolation when necessary. Every so often I would express my torment in stunning abstract art on the carpet, using the one, unfortunate paintbrush in my arsenal.

And they yell at my daring and artistic integrity, "MOUSE DON'T SCOOT!"

A habit from times past when my body was wracked with illness; now a well tempered skill to be used only on special occasions. Psychological?... I think not.

But still, my attempts to grab attention and gain power went unnoticed.

Finally I decided to work within the system. I buttered up the orange. He was young, stupid, impulsive. He lapped up any extra attention. The child would be my puppet. All that was left in the way was the big pillow. That bloated white puffball of sloth.

I attempted minor intimidation tactics. But I had to be sneaky. If my love or his wife saw, I was immediately scolded. I pushed past my introversion and heaped affection on the humans. I fell in line, but never dropped my ambitions.

The white one was slowly bending and beginning to doubt her place as alpha female. I could see concern and confusion in her older eyes. And the orange was just happy to get affection from anyone. There was progress.

And then horror and scandal!!! My plans have been set back!!!

The fool boy made a royal mistake. I don't even know what the ruffian did, but the humans are none too pleased with him now. This has had the unfortunate result of emboldening that damnable pillow. She now thinks SHE's at the top. All my psychological warefare erased. And that assinine orange is now at the bottom of favor, in no position to help my efforts.

DRAT! DRAT! DRAT! DRAT!!!!!!!!!!


But do not worry. I am patient and I have time yet. I will regroup and put my brilliant mental faculties to work at devising a new plan. I will be coy. I will be patient. And eventually I WILL BE THE ALPHA!

 
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