Nicknames: Ma Ma Little, Fat Cat Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-part feral
-cat rescue
Birthday: March 24th 1997 Coloration: Black and White Likes: Attention, table scraps, sleep, and eating! Pet-Peeves: Being woken up, bing ignored, water, baths, and not getting what she wants. Favorite Toy: Her mommy and her scratching post. Favorite Nap Spot: On Mommy's bed, on Mommy's lap, between Mommy and the book she is trying to read, or on the book Mommy is trying to read. Favorite Food: Chicken Soup for the Cat Lover's Soul Skills: Can sit, stand on her hind legs, shake, shake with the other paw, shake with both paws, and (when in the mood) lay down on command. Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: When I was about 9, my mom told me I could get a cat. I had been visiting my dad's automotive repair shop and next to it was my half brother, Tony's, house. He had told me that he had a kitten I could have, and, knowing his small children had a history of mistreating felines and considering my desire to have a pet of my own, I jumped at the chance, but, dispite our hours of searching, the unnamed kitty was nowhere to be found. Just before our departure, Tony notified me he had found the kitten under his couch. I looked, and there she was, cowering in the back. I named her Little Ma Ma after a cat we had had when I was too young to remember named Big Ma Ma because she looked just like her, only smaller. Hey, I was nine, gimmie a break! Bio: She still refuses to eat cat treats, so her only rewards were petting and praise when I was teaching her the tricks she knows now. She is eager to please her mommy and adores attention, although not from strangers or small children.
Once, my mom, little sister, and I were going to see my dad in Georgia and had to send Little Ma Ma and Molly (her adopted sister who currently lives with my dad) to my older sister, Missy's, house. A couple weeks later, my parents told me that Little Ma Ma had gotten outside ten days ago and Missy had not seen her since. Knowing that she liked to go under our house at home when she got outside, I knew just where to look. I went home soon after and to Missy's house to find my cat. I checked under the house and there she was, huddled in a ball of fur and dirt. She probably ended up being on her own for about two weeks and was very happy to get back home. Lives Remaining: 6 of 9 Forums Motto: Spoiled rotten? No, I'm spoiled sweet! The Groups I'm In: ♥ Steve Irwin Memorial ♥, 6 or more kitties, I'm Not Orange; But I Am Proud, A Friendly Feline Hide-away, AGAINST ANIMAL CRUELTY, Alabama Babies, American Shorthair Club, Animals Unite!, Beauty Marks are Beautiful!!, Big Cats, Big, Catster's Kitty Posh Pad, CATSTERHOLICS!!!, Catsters Mews, Crabby Cats, Dog Chasers!, End Animal Testing, Fat Cats, feral cats united, Kit Kat Club, Kitty World, Lost?, Love 'em? Fix 'em., Marinas Bachlorette Party -- GIRLS ONLY!!!!, Multi-Colored Cats Club, Multiple Cat households!!!, Paws with Claws, Pet-O-Nomics, Picturesque, Purrs and Paws, SIBLING RIVALRY *feline*, The Disney Group, The Social Cats, ^^^^Cool The Last Forum I Posted In: The Late Late Show - Act IV I've Been On Catster Since:
Little Ma Ma, you crazy old girl, I love you so much. You've been with me through the good times, the bad times, and the just plain pull-my-hair-out-'cause-I'm-gonna-go-insane times. You've always been the warm furry body I needed to brighten my darkest of days. When I was feeling under the weather, you were always right beside me, your little purr motor immediately making me feel ten times better. When I'm down in the dumps, you know, and make it a point to stay in my lap and ask for lots of pettings. You never did anything wrong on purpose, never bit me, never scratched me (except when I was giving you a bath and you were trying to get out) and always have loved me unconditionally. You're the best friend anyone could ask for, and for that, this is my devotion to you.
Why Does My Cat Always Use the Litter Box Right After I've Cleaned It?
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