Nicknames: Little Girl, Girly, Mommy's Princess, Drama Queen, Floof Belly
Birthday: May 1st 2008
Coloration: Tabby and White
Likes: petting and head scratches, playing with Oscar
Pet-Peeves: loud noises, being picked up, nasty banana-flavored medicine
Favorite Toy: a leather shoelace which she insists we entertain her with every day, any feather or wand toys
Favorite Nap Spot: top of the cat tree
Favorite Food: cat treats, yogurt, ice cream
Skills: being dramatic, learning new things quickly
Arrival Story: Fiona showed up in Jan. 2009 in our backyard, with three other feral cats. She quickly became very friendly with us. We think she must be an abandoned pet who became part-feral. She was spayed by the CCA Feral Cat Colony Program, on St. Patrick's day which is how she got an Irish name. She was young and tame enough to adopt out if a foster home could be found, so she didn't get her ear tipped. After our beloved Daemon passed away, Fiona got a bad abscess and became ill. We took her to the vet and had to keep her inside so we could medicate her. Then we decided to see if our two older cats would accept Fiona in the house. It took a while but they settled down, now Fiona and Khaki sometimes share a bed or a window. With only two 11-year old cats for company, it was clear that Fiona needed a playmate. Along came foster kittens, which ended with a forth addition to the family, Oscar. Fiona and Oscar spend hours a day playing together.
Bio: Fiona is a sweet and gentle girl, she loves to be petted and scratched. She's afraid of strangers, but has really bonded to us. She is eager to please, and hates to be a bother. She uses her quiet little voice and big googly eyes to get our attention when she wants something. With that face, of course she usually gets it! Though she's a huge Maine Coon mix, she's very prissy and dainty. She's inspired the buying of pink cat collars (which she won't wear) and toys. She makes the cutest little squeaky noises, her way of meowing. Sometimes it sounds like she's giggling, "eeh-hee-hee!" As a princess though, she gets dramatically worried or upset if she's not treated with proper dignity at all times.
Thank you Beepers & Ashlynne, and Sissy, Luke and family, for the rosies to help celebrate my purr-day! Wow, it's hard to believe I'm such a grown up kitty!
We got tuna and catnip to celebrate - I get really, really excited about special treats. We get cat treats every evening and I can barely keep from jumping up and down.
My Gotcha Day and annual vet visit were pretty uneventful this year. That's good I guess! Mommy was really busy and still very sad about Robie's passing, so she didn't help me write about it as usual. Oscar got dragged along to the vet with me because it was time for his shot. Only one little shot and he hissed, I got three huge shots and didn't put up a fuss at all!
It's really weird around here without Robie. Khaki is pretty much the leader now. I sleep on the bed more, and I'm becoming more of a Daddy's girl - let's face it Robie used to really hog Daddy's attention, and I've got a big floofy head that needs scratching.
Even though there's only one boy cat now, I'm still *boy*cotting the kitchen. I mean, have you seen Oscar's manners? Khaki will sometimes eat in there for mommy, the traitor! But I'm holding out, not eating in the same room as Oscar!
I hope you all get lots of treats and extra lovin today!
Wow it's been a long time since we were on Catster. We're all posting today, though. Khaki has the latest big news from our house this year.
I'm glad the kitchen is finally finished, it looks pretty and daddy can cook more often - which means more tasty treats for us! I don't know why the humans insist on having our cat food in there, though! I don't like that at all! I keep leading them to where our food belongs in the living room, but they won't move it back. Khaki and Robie think the food always used to be in the kitchen a long time ago, before I came here. Oscar doesn't care, he'll scarf down food anywhere. But I insist that mommy put my wet food in the living room at least, because I won't eat in the kitchen when the boys are in there. I've even got Khaki to join me in *boy*cotting the kitchen sometimes.
I'm officially three years old! Thank you to all the kitties who helped me celebrate my Birthday!
Our hoomans just got back from their vacation. I was very pitiful and mad at them as they were packing to leave, I would look very sad but wouldn't let them pet me. They were afraid I would be that way when they got home, too. But no, I missed them so much that I am back to my old self and squeeking for pets and scratches.
I'm really enjoying the pile of dirty clothes and beach towels that Mommy dumped in the middle of the living room floor. The smells tell me all about where they've been, very interesting! I'm laying on top of the pile and have claimed it as MINE. Mommy might have a hard time sorting and washing it, heehee!