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Age: 6 Years Sex: Female Weight: 12 lbs.
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Leave a treat for Rogue
Nicknames:
Rosabella, Rogie Pierogi, Missy Moo
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Coloration:
Calico
Likes:
Bedtime, mornings when the alarm goes off, standing on mommy and daddy.
Pet-Peeves:
Baron her adopted brother. No one in the house can be as pretty as she is.
Favorite Toy:
Her scratching post. A foil-type ball. Anything she can carry around in her mouth.
Favorite Nap Spot:
The bed. The back of the closet. The couch. The coffee table. Her cust0m-built castle.
Favorite Food:
California Natural. Evo. Wellness, Natural Balance, Newman's Own and Evo canned.
Skills:
She can jump from the back of the couch to the top of her custom built castle. Basically...it's about 2 1/2 feet. She's jumping from the living room into the dining room.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
We had just lost our beloved Mr. Fuzzypants to stomach cancer. I vowed no more cats. Two weeks later, a friend sent out an email asking if anyone wanted a stray cat who was living on another friend's porch. I called. I asked if it was a boy or a girl. Because I just didn't want another boy. As fate would have it, it was a girl. I spoke with the woman who was caring for her. She actually delivered her to my house the next day. When Rogue came in, she jumped out of her arms. Walked around. Surveyed the place. Jumped into my husband's lap and decided she was home.
Bio:
Rogue and her sister Zora (who we had only had for about a week) were in the flood of Hurricane Ivan here in Pittsburgh. By the time my husband I were on our way home, we couldn't get to our house. After a sleepless night and a worry filled afternoon, we were finally allowed back into our home. The first site we saw was Rogue and Zora sitting on the steps looking at us like, "Where's the food." I was so relieved to see those two girls. They weren't too excited, because they had to go live with us in my mom's basement for three months after that, but all is well now..
Lives Remaining:
8 of 9
Forums Motto:
I'm pretty.
The Last Forum I Posted In:
How did you get your name?
I've Been On Catster Since:
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More than 3 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
311626
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August 6th 2006 7:31 am
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I guess I'm learning to like Tyler and Baron a little better now. Sure, I still swat at them and grumble. But they're getting bigger by the day. I want them to respect my authority now before they get a whole lot bigger than me. I must admit, it is awfully fun to watch them run around. Every now and then I even jump into the chase. But once they start chasing me...it's grrrr. Swat. All in all, though it's a pretty sweet gig. 2 brothers. 1 sister. Lots of lovin'. I guess I can't complain.
July 13th 2006 10:01 am
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No way. Look at me. I'm too pretty to be evil. Hahahahaha. That being said, I must admit I was a bit overjoyed today when that Tyler creature, as mom calls him, chased Zora down the stairs. Zora the one he loves and adores. Zora the one who's always playing with him. Wait...was that a kitty screech I heard coming from Zora? Why yes. Yes it was. I had to run downstairs to the basement to see what was going on. All was well, he didn't hurt her just scared her a bit. Whoa! Then he came after me. I was outta there lickety-split.
June 28th 2006 7:27 am
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Did I knock you out of the window last night, Tyler? Look, dude. It's my window. I was here first. Before all of you. Before that adoptive mom of yours Zora and before you two little squirts. I'm just teaching you a lesson grasshopper, to watch out for the paw. It's quick as lightening. And I'll give you fair warning with a little yowl. Besides, don't make a big deal out of it. You didn't fall that far. You landed on the chair that mom keeps in the window that has a big soft cushion on it. But you know when mom's not looking, I'm going to give you a kiss on the nose or two. Once I get used to your "boy" scent, that is.
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