Nicknames: The Silver Streak, Beestie, The Baby, Sweetsie
Gotcha Date: February 24th 2009
Birthday: January 3rd 2009
Likes: I love going outside in my harness on my leash. If I have to be indoors I like to play hide and seek, chase and fetch.
Pet-Peeves: I do not like the sound of Maumi taking out or putting dishes in the dishwasher. And I do not like to be told 'NO' and not being able to go outside when I want to go outside,
Favorite Toy: My little puff ball and my defeathered birdie.
Favorite Nap Spot: Anywhere in the sun and on top of my play center.
Favorite Food: I prefer to eat roast chicken but have acquired a taste for my new food.
Skills: I can leap over 4 feet, run like a gray streak, fetch, 'hum' when I am upset, and have the most beautiful singing chortle.
Arrival Story: On February 2, 2009 I found myself lost,cold and missing Mommy. Not knowing how I got outside in the cold, I dragged myself under something that was warm. A few minutes later 2 big feet appeared and large warm hands pulled me out from under what I now know as a car. This human was a man. I heard another human call him Marc, and he carried me inside where it was warm.
There was a big cat that looked kinda like Mom, but he didn't like me at all, especially when I thought he could give me lunch. He made funny buzzing sounds everytime my new friend picked me up to give me a bottle full of formula.
I lived with him for about 3 weeks and went to live with my new Mom now, in Spotsylvania County. I decided I liked her right away because my friend Marc, called her Mom. I immediately leaped onto her shoulder and rubbed her neck like a scarf, chortled in her ear and patted her face.
She took me upstairs and put me in Marc's old room and since then has given me lots of toys, a litter box, a TV with soft music, lots of good kitten food, all the love I could want, and 3 older sisters, Baby, Pretty Girl and Miss Kitty.
Two days later I went to the vet for shots and a checkup where I weighed in at 1 pound 9 ounces and was estimated at 7 weeks of age, healthy and beautiful--PURRRRFECT condition.
Bio: I live in Spotsylvania County, Virginia near Fredericksburg with my sisters Miss Kitty, Baby Cat and Pretty Girl, with Mom and her husband, my new Dad.
I wrote a letter to Santa Paws this morning as my Maumi seemed sad over the events that took place yesterday at a Connecticut Elementary school. You see dear furrends, Maumi is an educator and this hit Maumi terribly. So coming from a furmaly of singers, me and the rest of G-CATZ 4 want to sing this for everyone.
Jolly Ole Dear Santa Paws lean your ear this way,
Don’t you purr a single soul what I have to say.
Christmas Eve is coming soon now you dear old cat,
Purr to me what you will bring please let’s have a chat.
Menes wants a mousie toy,
Baby wants a treat.
Pretty Girl wants cat nip joy,
She thinks toys are neat.
As for me dear Santa Paws,
My wish is for the best.
To give to all dear Santa Paws,
Peace for all the rest.
Peace to everyone this season and forever. God bless the souls that were taken too soon.
Natalie at C&D had a great idea of a Christmas card exchange. Several years ago we exchanged cards and had a fun time doing so. We met so many nice furmalies, human and furs. Maumi had a place in our living room where she put them in a Christmas Wreath. We received cards from Colorado, Oklahoma, New Jersey and some here in Virginia.
If anyone would like to be added to the exchange, please leave your Mom's and/or Dad's name and street address and the names of your entire furmaly either in my diary, my Pmail or Pmail Natalie at:
What a day we have had today. Maumi has been home with us all day, doing school work. It has poured rain all day and I sneaked out on my deck and wished I hadn't. It was dry in the middle of the deck, so I thought it was dry elsewhere. What a shockwhen I got my feet wet when I pounced on the railing. The wind nearly blew me off and my fur got very wet. I dashed back inside before Maumi could catch me. Because of the high winds, Maumi is concerned about all the trees in our woods. We can hear a constant hum in the tree tops that surround the house and we have seen the tall pines twist and bend in the wind. There is a tree that leans toward the house that is on the west side of the house, and it is way too close. There is no flooding at the time at our house, and so far we still have power. Everytime there is a high wind gust, Menes runs around the basement apartment like a crazy cat, PRetty Girl hides and Baby 'meows' loudly. The rain is falling harder and harder now, which is causing Dad to pace around looking for leaks. He thinks he has found one on the north west corner of the house. We hope everyone weathers the storm with little damage. Our lights are flickering now so I will stop writing. We may be losing power. Purrss and huggs to everyone in her path. Sandy, you have worn out your welcome.