 "I'm going to get that string..."
Age: 9 Years Sex: Female Weight: 7 lbs.
 "Thanksgiving is coming!"
 "I'm such a tiny girl..."
 "Sleepy girl..."
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 Quick Bio:
| -mixed breed | -pound cat | -cat rescue | |
 Coloration: Tortoiseshell Tabby

Likes: Hunting, being with me

Pet-Peeves: Toe nail trims

Favorite Toy: Real mice xD

Favorite Nap Spot: My bed

Favorite Food: Nature's Variety Raw Food

Skills: Natasha is a great hunter!

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story: On September 7th, 2003- my mother and I went to the recycling center to drop off some water bottles and cans- the recycling center happens to be right next to the small, local animal shelter. I asked my mom to drop off the recycling for me so I could look around the shelter and see what kinds of animals were there. I had no intention of bringing one home, since we had only moved into our new house the week before and the environment would be far too stressful to take in a new family member- especially a poor shelter animal who had probably been traumatized. Thrown from it's home, abandoned, and taken to a place where there is a fine line between life and death. I went into the shelter, covering my ears from the screaming cries of the animals who wanted me to take them home. I wanted to take them all... until...
There was one cat. A tortishell female who sat in the front of her cage- filled in with several other cats who sat there listlessly and sadly- ignoring me. I walked up to this cat,
"Hey pretty baby..." I said.
She meowed quietly. I put my hand up to the cage, her paw rose up to my hand and she placed it against the cage wire. We were paw to hand, hand to paw- looking into eachother's green eyes. There was a soul in that cat, a soul that hadn't been given a proper chance.
Then, an animal control officer walked in,
"Excuse me"
He opened up the cage and started taking the tortishell cat out.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Look at the cate on her paper, hon."
I looked.
Euth Date: September 7, 2003
I told the officer to stop and hold on. I was getting this cat one way or another... and so it turned out to be.
Natasha now lives a wonderful life with me. I can't imagine being without her. I can't even begin to describe the things she has done for me. She brings me peace in times of sadness and happiness in times of anger.
So my note to her is;
I love you Natasha, that is why I am making this page for you. I hope I can share your story with others. And I hope they appreciate you as much as I do.
Love,
Momma

Lives Remaining: 9 of 9

Forums Motto: Live. Love. Forgive.

The Groups I'm In:
GLAMOUR CATS and CATS WITH STYLE, Raw Fed, Raw/Barf, Stunning photos

The Last Forum I Posted In:
RIP Satan/ R.A.N.T.

I've Been On Catster Since:
| October 23rd 2008 |
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More than 1 year! |

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Catster Id: 907667

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November 7th 2009 6:18 pm
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Well, while mumma was driving home today, she thought... what would Natasha do without me? And what surprised her was- she couldn't think of it. It was simply impossible. Because I can't live without her with my age progression. I have special needs and she is my person. I couldn't bear living without her or with someone else. She is my heart.
On the other end of the tail, my mumma wouldn't fare well without me either. Ever since she rescued me from death she has seen me grow and blossom from a timid semi-feral cat to a social butterfly with the humans she trusts. She knows me inside and out and can sense when something is wrong with me. We can read each other like books.
As I get older I realize my needs are changing. I need a warmer bed, a little more nap time, sometimes I forget things, and there surely can never be enough lovey time. Of course, I am still active- I get out and about- I can move, but I am slowing down. I need my mumma all the more these days. An epiphany occurred today... my mumma and I can't go on without each other. 
November 4th 2009 7:59 pm
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I woke up to mumma pouncing on the bed and wrapping me up in a hug. I was a little surprised at first but quickly got to purring. I love her. She then got ready for school and I followed her around like a puppy as I usually do, making sure she's alright. She seemed especially tired today though, I don't know why.
When she went to school I relaxed back on the bed and fell asleep. That was where I spent the rest of the day. I relaxed and meditated until mum came home, happy to see me.
Then she went and got her hair done in the evening time. When she came home it looked lovely, if I do say so myself- but the smell... that salon smell, I protested against it by scrunching my nose up and running away! After a while I got used to it though, just the initial smell got to me...
Otherwise... this evening has been quite uneventful... I hope nothing pops up... it would be nice to have a good day... 
November 3rd 2009 4:35 pm
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The tide comes and goes... mumma will get emotional and them she will calm down. She needs daddy, Naythan, and me all the time since Ando is at the trainer's getting some training done. But of course, we are always there for her. Especially me.
We have some sort of telepathy, I can feel when she is feeling bad and I will go and find her wherever she is and I will sit with her and let her squeeze, twist, and grab me all she wants to let her emotions out. She never hurts me. She just needs someone to hold, and I help so much, she says.
We love each other so much. We have such a strong bond, as I get older I can see in mum's eyes that she worries about me- but she need not. She takes good care of me, I have many years to stay with her.
And for the story that mum is writing for those of you who are reading it- mum will get started on it again. Do not fret.
Peace to all,
Natasha 
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