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Leave a treat for Gracie
Nicknames: baby girl, little girl, kitten girl, little grey, the other cat, grey-grey, princess kitty, baby blue (grandma gave me that one)
Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Badges:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-cat rescue
Coloration: Gray
Likes: Boris
Pet-Peeves: Being put in the carrier, having her ears cleaned, not being petted at command!
Favorite Toy: The feathers by the door. I like to stalk them and bat at them. I also like to stalk the laptop and rubber mice :)
Favorite Nap Spot: On the kitty bed by the window.
Favorite Food: Wellness Core and Avoderm.
Skills: Making the cutest meows in the universe (they're super cute), being a ninja hider
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: Boris had been needing a companion to help with his separation anxiety for a while. Since mom, dad and Boris were in Seattle for the summer (long story), and mom was going to be interning 8 hours a day in the fall when they moved back to Austin, mom said to herself: "It's now or never". Dad agreed. They went to a rescue called "Kitty Arbor", looking for a catolescent. Mom and dad did not like the catolescents that were there, so before leaving they visited the kitten dens. I was in one den with my meowmy, two orange brofurs, and another kitty whose mommy was adopted, and whom mommy cat was taking care of. Well, when they came near and tried to look at my orange brofurs (mom wanted another boy), I decided to play with their fingers, and daddy took notice of me. Mom and dad had a quick discussion, and decided to ask after me. Well, one thing led to another, and they went home with me that day. :)
Bio: Gracie (formerly known as Storm) has grown up from a scrawny and silly little thing into an elegant ninja kitten. She is not as much a daredevil as Boris, but rather has grown into her name: she is the most graceful jumper you will ever see. She still has a silly side, one that involves chewing things just to make sure they are not food, and busying herself with hiding toys all over the place (we keep putting toys out, they keep ending up in carriers, by the bowl, and under beds).
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: I'm the baby, gotta love me!
The Groups I'm In: Hey! You Look Like Me!, Feliway® Felines, Grandad Conrad's Athletic School, Multiple Cat households!!!, Sweet Face, The FURminator® Group For Cats
The Last Forum I Posted In: so what did you have for thanksgiving?
I've Been On Catster Since:
Mommy says that lately I've become more talkative. I'm still not as bad as Boris, but she definitely gets to hear my voice daily. She says it's a good thing, because I have the cutest meows ever. Ah mom! *blushes*
Hey cats. Mom was all for letting me have the occasional stroll out the door, but then I started doing it when dad was around, and dad is extremely worried that I'll figure out how to get on the elevator, but then will be too scared to come out of it. He's been very vigilant at the door, and has begged and pleaded with mom to make sure I don't get into the habit of strolling out the front door.
"She could do it to a pet sitter someday, and that wouldn't be very wise to encourage", he said.
Well, mom can't say no to anyone (Boris and I know that, that's why he keeps pestering her for treats lately MOL), even to dad. So now I am being watched like a hawk. Also, the other day I saw the super on the other side of the door. With a vacuum cleaner!!!!! GASP. Mom says he doesn't wield a vacuum cleaner all the time, but just the same, I think I am going to stop taking chances, and will wait for mom to say it's okay (though she hasn't been doing that lately :-/).
Besides, I'm not sure the seagulls are still around. I don't hear them as much. It's also starting to rain a lot in the afternoons, which is sort of like watching mom shower, only with bigger droplets.
I've always wondered how you get to the outside. I've never been, aside for that one time when I went out the door and mommy yelled at me to get back in, and I never even got to see any birds, just a stupid car parked in front of our door. :(
Today I snuck out the door while momma was getting ready to leave to go buy cat food, or whatever it is that she does when she goes out [typist's note: I really was on my way to buy cat food, this time around]. Mom just stood there and let me explore it. I sniffed around, and went near the elevator. It didn't open or anything, and it didn't sound scary (Boris told me that the elevator is this strange thing that makes scary sounds. I say he's a big fat liar).
I saw our corridor, such as it is. It's not like the one we were staying in last summer, with the open window and all that. It's just a foyer-like thing with 4 doors on opposite sides, then there's another door that must lead somewhere (next time I will try to see if I can open that door). I hope it's the one that leads to the seagulls. I keep hearing them from the front window, and while I haven't actually seen them, they sound big, and possibly juicy. :P
Then at the other end there's an elevator. No windows. No birds. What the heck? What does a cat have to do to get some quality time hunting real birds?
Anyway, I was about to redress the situation, when I suddenly heard a voice near one of the other doors. I don't know about you cats, but I really don't like strange voices, especially when I can't see the persons the voices are coming from [it was probably another neighbor talking near their front door]. As they say, discretion is the better part of valor, and I decided that the discreet thing to do was to pretend like I wanted to go back inside.
Someday. Someday I'ma gonna go find me one of them juicy seagull birds. But right now, I think I'm okay with staying in and hunting the fake ones.
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