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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
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.
On Thursday Mama pulled a fast one on me and hauled me off to the vet. It's bad enough to get dragged out there, but then I had to endure a whippersnapper of a black kitten, on a leash, who tried to make friends by coming up to my carrier and sticking her nose inside!
Boy I'm telling you... I taught that kit a thing or two about respecting her elders!
Then Miss Carole came out and put me on the scale and then she stole my blood again. Said it was time to check my thyroid level.
The good news is that I've lost over two pounds since March, when it was discovered that I'd gained 3 pounds in 6 months. Miss Carole and Dr. David are very pleased with me!
And the coolest news of all - or so says Mama - is that my thyroid level is dead center in the normal range! I knew there was a reason I've been feeling more like myself. My beautiful fur is looking sleek again and I've had enough energy to spare; I've been beating up on that Sebastian who think's he's in charge and putting him in his place. I've been leaving clumps of orange hair for Mama to find. Even though she scolds me, I think she's proud that I can still put him in his place!
I'm telling you, it was a very scary Friday we had.
Mama had been keeping an eye on the TV, watching someone named Bill who was making waves in the ocean and no one was sure he wouldn't come visit us, but he didn't, or so Mama says.
Instead, on Friday afternoon, there was no sun in my windows. That's not surprising since this year is the wettest summer ever, the weather people say. Mama took out our cat carrier and the guinea pig carrier and she moved Reese the hamster's cage and put all of this stuff next to the door to go outside. She also had the TV on loud so she could hear it.
We had supper, and just after that, it got very, very dark. It's not the right time of year for it to get nighttime dark when we eat supper. Mama took her camera outside to take pictures. She wasn't gone for very long before she came racing up the stairs. She put her camera down, yelled out "Sab! Kenzie!" really scared like, scooped up the guinea pigs and threw them in their carrier. Sab was already over sniffing things and shoved him in the carrier. I wasn't about to let Mama put me in there but she was quicker than I was and she picked me up - not gently, I might add - and threw me in the carrier with Sab. Mama put all of us in the stairs in the hall. She covered her head with a towel and sat next to us and we waited and waited and waited.
It was very hot out there. Sab was digging at the door and howling; I didn't blame him at all. I was howling too. It was getting scary! The guinea pigs were chattering their teeth, and the hamster was just plain curious. Just as Mama sat next to us, horrible noises started to come from outside and I could see Mama praying for all of us to be safe. It was so dark but the lightening was flashing and the thunder was the loudest I had ever heard; Mama says she hadn't heard anything like that before either. The rain came down so hard it sounded like banging on the roof. It was so loud! I was scared! I hate to admit it, but I was glad to be hiding with Sebastian so I wouldn't be alone, but all I wanted to do was curl up in Mama's arms!
Finally the storm went away and Mama got up. She brought our carriers into the apartment again and let us out. Mama says that when she went to take photos of the dark clouds coming in, she had looked up into the sky above her head and saw a funnel starting to form right over our building; that's why she was so scared and made us wait in the hallway. Later she heard on the news that it was confirmed that there was a funnel next to our building but it didn't touch the ground or anything around it.
Mama says we were very fortunate, because tornadoes don't come here much but we've had six in Maine this year. There was another one about an hour away from us that did a lot of damage and people got hurt but no one died.