Age: 24 Years Sex: Female Weight: 18 lbs.
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October 31st 1989
Relaxing in the sun.
Dogs. Being disturbed. Being removed forcibly from someone's lap. Not having fresh food. Not being paid attention to constantly.
Toys? What are those?
Favorite Nap Spot:
The porch, strategically placed so that when the humans come home they have to notice me. Anywhere with sun.
Chicken! I love chicken! (Actually, she hates chicken and likes turkey, but she thinks it's chicken.)
Hmmm, like being able to sleep anywhere? Or how about the ability to look annoyed? Yea, that's a good one.
indoors and outdoors
When I was very little, I was diagnosed with severe allergies. I had a stuffed animal collection, and my allergist said I had to get rid of it. The only way my mother could convince me to do so was to get me a cat. So, there was a local radio show that had "wants adds" and I called in and said that I wanted a cat. My mother had to call back in and say that we actually wanted a kitten. I really wanted a Siamese, but in our small town there were only a few kitten litters available. The Siamese kittens were already over six months old and were not at all friendly. The only other young kittens was the litter that we got Miss Kitty from. Her siblings were all calicos; she was the only tortiseshell. So, of course I picked her.
Miss Kitty was originally named Princess Butterscotch (I was four, I think), but my mother couldn't ever remember that, so she just called "Kitty" when she wanted her attention. Miss Kitty was a wonderful cat, and survived several cross-country moves with complete dignity -- despite being drugged for the first trip. She loved our dog, Toto, and became depressed after he died. She developed a thyroid problem which led to renal failure. We medicated her, and told ourselves we wouldn't put her down unless she clearly wasn't enjoying life anymore. This happened in her 20th year, when she developed more pronounced demetia (she had had it for a few years already) and neurological porblems. She began walking sideways, and as we lived on a busy road, we were afraid she would get disoriented and wander into it. She continued purring and being the most wonderful cat until the very end. We miss you, Miss Kitty. It isn't the same without you.
Let me sleep!
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