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"Watching over foster bun, Chocolate, when he still lived with us. He got very sick; Mama brought him back here, and he died with us on March 13, 2009."
Coloration: Calico
Likes: scratching carpet board; empty laundry basket; being with her mama
Pet-Peeves: Sebastian; any human other than mama; not being fed on schedule; foster bunnies
Favorite Toy: empty grocey bags - I will Mama would let me play with them all the time!
Favorite Nap Spot: anywhere Mama lays, but loves laying next to Mama's bed pillow @ night & on bathroom window perch in morning
Favorite Food: if it's edible (or even if its not), she'll eat it
Skills: self-appointed guardian of the smaller pets; (very accurate!) alarm clock; knows where the red laser light comes from but doesn't care; excellent counter surfer (grr)
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: Mama came to the Animal Refuge League on June 27, 1997 to adopt me. I looked at her with my big eyes and I knew I had her wrapped around my paws. Just in case she had any doubt, I melted into her arms when she picked me up. She was my angel to come and rescue me, but now I've turned her into my maid!
Bio: I love to sit in the windows and watch the traffic and customers to the knitting shop below us walk by. I'm the queen of the neighborhood, as the ladies all ooow and ahhh over me.
On June 22, 2007, the v*t told Mama that I have a hyperactive thyroid. Mama was upset thinking it was cancer, but she is so happy its not! I'm thinking I like this because I'm getting a LOT more attention over it, and my medicine makes a fantastic salmon garnish to my kibble!
Lives Remaining: 6 of 9
Forums Motto: Miss Priss Catster Local Spots I've Marked: Animal Refuge League, Animal Hospital of So. Gorham, Pet Quarters The Groups I'm In: !!!"PETS OF AMEOWICA"!!!, *** WE LOVE OUR TROOPS***, Calico & Tortie Darlings, I'm Not Orange; But I Am Proud, Birthday & Gotcha Club, CSI: Catster, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, Felines with Creatures, FOSTER FAMILIES FOREVER, Kitty Grobanites, Maine Street, New England Patriots Nation, New Header Group, Olde Furts, Pawsome Pages, Pen Paws, Royal Canin® Felines, Trupanion Pet Insurance Clubhouse
The Last Forum I Posted In: Morgan's Bed Photo Stroll
My Catster Honors: COTD: July 16 '07; Daily Diary Pick: Jul 26 '09; Aug 14 '08; Jun 13, 08; Jun 9 08; Mar 30, 08; Jan 20, 08; Jan 12, 08; Dec. 18, 07; Dec 17 '07; Nov 24 '07; Sept 26 '07; Jul 29 '07; Jul 8 '07; Mar 22 '07; Feb 5 '07; Dec 9 '06; Oct 19 '06; Sept 20 '06; INOBIAP Cat of the Week: Oct. 7 '07
Alum & proud supporter:
Mama loves me so much, and she took the time to tell the world in "My Tail of Devotion".
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I was chosen to help promote shelter adoptions for the Hill's Science Diet Save 1 Million Lives/Second Chance program & its 2007 campaign. Mama's so proud of me. I'm famous! Please come see! (I'm the 1st cat story halfway down the page under the banner "more adoption stories")
I don't know who Twitter is, but maybe he's related to Tweety? Even so, Mama's got it, and sometimes she says stuff about me. So there. Mama says that if you add her, let her know who you are; she's nosey! MOL
What a dirty trick I tell you.... Mama getting me up and giving me lovin this morning and then putting me in the cat carrier & locking the door!
Off to see Dr. Vicky we went. This time, though, Mama did not bring me right in with her; she left me in the car and the heat. When she came out, we went through a side door instead of the regular place where they have the birds and I can visit with the front desk girls. Well, they visit and I inform them, loudly, I might add, how badly I have been mistreated by that establishment yet again.
Mama and Dr. Vicky seemed to know each other and did some chatting but I've never sniffed her before. I know Carol though, and she was quite impressed with how good my coat looked and I've lost another 10 ounces, which everyone was quite pleased to hear.
So what did Carol do? She held me down so Dr. Vicky could stick that thing where the sun should never shine and she poked my belly and felt me up and listened to every howl I made. I tried so hard to get out of their grips but man those ladies are good!
Dr. Vicky says that my lungs sound good so she's happy about that. My nose is not running either, and that's good. My nose is stuffy, though, something Mama called "URI" and so she and Dr. Vicky talked about that. Mama was feeling guilty for bringing that URI thing home from the animal shelter but Dr. Vicky told her that even though Mama is very careful with her clothes, she's not surprised I got it because it happens to her cats too.
Dr. Vicky gave Mama a tube of lie gel to give to Sab and me and back out the side door I went.
This lying jelly cream isn't all bad, though. Mama went and bought us CANNED FOOD to help it go down.
Pardon me while I sneeze. Wowsers I hate tickles in my nose.
The other day the tickle was so bad I coughed. Mama jumped out of her chair and came over to the bed, thinking it was Sab having another asthma attack. That mean cough woke me up from a peaceful nap. It's a good thing I fall asleep easily.
Sneezes are not fun. They sneak right up on you and catch you by surprise, much like Sab when he's in stealth mode and attacks me from behind. One minute you're fine and the next minute WHAM! there it is!
Its not like it happens all the time, either. Good thing that sneeze has only shown up a couple times.
Bad news for me, though, is that Mama was around when they all happened and well... I imagine you can guess where this is going!
Mama calls Dr. David's office and talked to Rene. The first question Rene asked her was "what's going around the shelter these days?" because she knows Mama works at the animal shelter where she got me oh so long ago. Mama scratched her head and said nothing but the ordinary coughing that the dogs have but she doesn't touch the dogs. Then Mama remembered that she'd been hugging kittens last week and, what do you know....
Sab thinks I don't know, but I do. Mama is going to drag me to see Dr. David tomorrow, right before the turkey holiday. Poor Dr. David! I'm sure he's got things to do and needs to get ready. After all, I know he's got cats living at his house and someone has to cook their turkey! I can't believe she's going to interrupt Dr. David's food-making schedule just because I had a tickle in my nose.
She can't make me go! I would never sniff out a URI, I know better!
I'm telling you, living with Sebastian is quite a trial. Nothing is sacred to that cat! He has no morals, either. He's bored? Must be time to pick a fight!
Yesterday Mama was home with another one of her really bad migraines and I had been trying to help her but Mama said that my paws and claws in her face weren't appurciated so she put her pillow on her head.
I was quite annoyed by that; what does she mean that I am not helping? So I got off the bed.
Sab was nearby and decided it was time to take me on. He pounced on me and it was a free for all.
He's been doing this lately; Mama says he's bored and feeling better with the weather getting cooler. I wish his asthma would be hard every day and he'd be quiet and sedate! I decided to teach him a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.
I bit his back paw. I got him good. I also howled, hissed, and took a big slap at it.
Mama was no happy. "I said SHUT UP!" she yelled.
Sab dashed off, wounded. I got him good. Later Mama was up and about and saw the blood on the glider chair and she got all worried and woke me up to check me over. Then she checked Sab over and then she found the damage.
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