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Leave a treat for QuintanaRoo
Nicknames: Roo, Roo-Roo, Roo-Ball, Ruthaford (for when she's being a brat)
Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-extra toe(s)
-cat rescue
Coloration: Gray and White
Likes: sleeping under the covers, salmon treats, tuna, open windows, newly cleaned litterboxes, being in charge, talking, feeling superior to her brothers, brushings, organic nip, inclined scratchers, intellectual inquiry, progressive politics
Pet-Peeves: desires not being immediately heeded, brothers
Favorite Toy: chenille orange and white ball
Favorite Nap Spot: on top of 'fridge, in her basket
Favorite Food: Wellness
Skills: 180 degree paw spread, excellent conversationalist, deadly to spiders and cat-nip stuffed G. W. effigies (see picture at left), sneak attacks, commendeering boxes, baskets and bags for personal use, opening cupboard doors, household playstation champion
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: QuintanaRoo was living in an adandoned public housing facility in the old mill town of Lowell, MA. More than 120 cats were found to be living in this facility when Alice and Tom of Saint Meow's undertook a long and trying rescue. When they met Roo, Alice gave me a call. I had previously tried to adopt from St. Meow's, but when we had to give back adoption attempt no. 2, Egan, because he couldn't stop peeing all over our entire apartment (he was apparently allergic to a particular chemical in the mildew resistent paint that had just gone up in the bathroom and the allergy somehow caused this strange reaction... results= unpleasant for all) Alice knew she had to hook me up with the perfect cat. Roo, as she will well tell you, is the perfect cat.
Bio: QuintanaRoo is a supremely dignified cat, except when she's not. She snores like a trucker, sprawls all over the place when she's sleeping and tears around like a thing possessed after she's had a particularly satisfying trip to the litterbox. She likes to talk a lot (I'm told that's the Siamese in her) and she usually can hold up a perfectly nice conversation, but she can also yell at people when she's in a mood. When she's done (and sometimes it takes a while) you will have the distinct impression that you've been taken down a notch or two (her volume alone is impressive). Roo, on the other hand, never comes down a notch. If she is ever reprimanded for anything she becomes electricly twitchy. Despite the attitude however, she is a lover. A demanding one perhaps, but she is a cat who enjoys snuggling in for the long haul. She even will attempt to claim lap space when a person squats down to pet her. Named for the Mayan ruins in the state of QuintanaRoo, Mexico, Roo works to live up to the big concept of her name--she is as beautiful and grand as can be, a little mysterious, awe-inspiring, a serious ruler of her world.
Lives Remaining: 5 of 9
I've Been On Catster Since:
Something has been missing from my life since we moved this summer. I have lost all my neighborhood rivals, all of my spat, hiss, hackle-raising and growl worthy enemies...gone. My brothers are too…shall we say…pathetic? to merit this kind of attention and there seem to be no wanderers in this neighborhood to fill the void that has been left in my life with the move away from Big Cat Small Head and Mr. Fluffle Butt, the objects of my scorn at the old house. I sit in the window and all I see are stupid birds, the occasional dog, lots of people, cars, and on Friday, the dumptruck. My tail has not expanded impressively in months. The fur on my back has not raised in just as long and, oh, I do miss making those deep bear-ish rumbles that made me seem so threatening. I never truly considered the across the street cat, Big Cat Small Head, or the next door cat, Mr. Fluffle Butt, to be really worthy of enemy status, but in a pinch, they served. They served well. Now…nothing, no one.
Today I have a head cold. I do not know where this thing came from, but it is horrible. I am sneezing and my eyes are watery and they say it has just got to "run its course." This is insanity! I want a cure now! Someone--get on this! Take care of it! I'm livid!
All plotting for world domination and its subsequent salvation under my feline rule must be put on hold until this thing clears up. I'm off to the basket for a nap. Wake me up when you've figured out how to get rid of this cold thing.
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