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Cruiser
Named after the- P T Cruiser- automobile |
 | | Purred: Mon Jun 11, '07 5:24am PST | |  | |  | | I have begun a series of stories about cats. It begins with adopting Cruiser and goes on and on, as I have not yet typed a final episode.
This is the opening episode....
And now, Part 1 of Cruiser The Cat begins......
It was inevitable that after two and a half years together that Sue
would become expectant. Yes, Sue expected to get another cat to
replace the petite Miss Priss that she had loved for years. A slight,
shy, gray striped female cat, Miss Priss was still a warm and
friendly memory to Sue.
It would take an extraordinary cat to replace Miss Priss, so Sue
thought about it for a long time before deciding to get another. This
one, however, would be a little different. Male, declawed, neutered,
larger, but just as friendly and playful. So one day Sue made a
decision and said to me, "We're going to have a little one."
And I was thrilled to think that soon we would hear the pitter patter
of little feet. The search began almost immediately as Sue went to
her computer and began to ask Google for sites on the web that
advertised cats for sale, such as the Humane Society and the local
SPCA. In no time she found a gray cat at the Humane Society that
seemed to match her desires. It was named simply "Kit". That would
have to change to something more in line with our interests and
lifestyle.
We set off in our little PT Cruiser and found the Humane Society on
the outskirts of Brooksville, Florida. One of the buildings was
appropriately named the Cat House. There must have been two dozen or more cats of various sizes, ages, and colors nestled in cages in one room. There were grays and whites and blacks, kittens and mature cats, active and sleepy ones. Kit was lying peacefully in a cage as we entered with a more active mottled white one caged below. The white one, younger and smaller, reached a paw out and seemed to say that she ought to be the chosen one, look how playful I am.
We looked at them all as they responded to our fingers through the
cage bars. Two young black ones were particularly appealing and
friendly as they pawed playfully with our finger. Others just nuzzled
the bars out of curiosity. Kit ambled over to the side of the cage
and smelled our fingers, seemed to accept them , and then stared
wistfully at us. For Sue it was love at first sight. Within a half hour we had made all arrangements, placed Kit in a cat carrier, and
prepared to take Kit home in our PT Cruiser.
The ride was fine. The cat seemed content as Sue stroked it and cooed at it. Indeed, the cat even seemed to enjoy the ride. We discussed a new name for the cat, and in its docile state, I suggested calling it Felix, The Comic Cat. Sue rejected that. Next I volunteered Bruiser, The Attack Cat. Sue rejected that also. And then by inspiration I called out PT Cruiser, The Cat That Likes To Ride. And believe it or not, Sue liked the name of Cruiser. And that's how Kit the cat became Cruiser The Cat.
And we will continue our saga of Cruiser in another installment, for
there is much to tell of our experiences with Cruiser The Cat. |  |  | |  |
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Loki the- Talking Cat
Loki the Talking- Cat
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 | | Purred: Mon Jun 11, '07 6:39pm PST | | | | | |  Hi Cruiser! Welcome!
I was hoping somekitties would start using this group as a bit of a writing group thing for sharing stories.
Fur the contest, though, it does have to be from the cat's point of view and emailed. Otherwise the judges won't see it because they aren't all Catsters.
(I know, I know, how could they not be since it's so much fun here? But it's true.)
Do you really love to ride, or was it just the ride home? When I get into a car I lose a lot of fur-- as well as my composure. I always think it's going to end up with me getting shots. And those powerlines go by SO FAST! | | | | |
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Azurine- Ambrosia
I DID NOT DO IT
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| | Purred: Tue Jun 12, '07 5:06am PST | | | | | | Here is my begining..
Subject: Bluie here, glad to meet you all. Sent: Tue Jun 12
Message:
My name is Azurine Ambrosia, but everyone calls me Bluie. I am three and half years old and have been with my servants since I was 8 weeks old.
I will try to relate our meeting the best I can recall. I lived with my mother and three brothers, all Himalayans points, I was the only girl and solid blue.Lets just say I was never "Little" even as a kitten and competeing with three brothers was not easy to say the least.
My brothers had a hard time understanding that their sister was royalty and needed to be treated as such. I was fast to correct and teach them.
One day , my human servant at the time came into our kitty room and picked me up. I tried to squiggle out of her hands, but I could not get free. At this time I learn what my voice was for and hollered and screamed. She said something like , you better learn to be a lady as you have a new home. Lets just say, I had no idea what she was talking about, I had a home, my brothers and mom and her. She takes me to a huge porclean cold counter top with two huge holes in it.. one of them was filled with water. MEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW,GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRR, she is lowering me into to the water. I grab onto her sleeve, and stick my razor sharp kitten toenails in her arm and attemp to climb out. Her big hand put me back in the water and covered me with soap and then --------------------------------HEART BE STILL, SHE SPRAYED ME WITH WATER ALL OVER. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, nails out and up the arm I go again. She hollers and back in the water I go. She sets me on a table with a huge towel on me. Mew, this ok, I will hide in here.. and it feel very warm.. I shiver an shake and think I am safe.. all of a sudden , 'I HEAR A HUGE WIND BLOWING,' the towel comes off and the big hand holds me and she directs the hot wind at me. I scream my head off and try to get free. What could be worse then this, YOU GOT IT, A BRUSH AND COMB. OUCH, MEW, GRRRRRRRRRRR, HISSSSSSSSSSSSS, SMACK ,SWAT. I am running out of juice.. She gets done and I take a deep breath. Finally I can go back to mom. I only 8 weeks old, what are you doing to me.. She says, you are a furball for sure . What kind of crack is that, I am a Persian.
She picks me up and my heart gets excited, I going to mom now.. I need a cat nap.
WHAT IS THIS, SHE PUTS ME IN A COLD LARGE BOX WITH HOLES IN IT.. Wait, no, I go to my mommy. I holler somemore... but she not hear me.. I feel her carry me out the doors. I hide in the corner, I have never been out doors.
Then she put me in something , she gets in and a large noise starts and we are moving. I cry and cry and cry. no one hears me.. Will this ever end. I want my mommy? where are you mommy?
Soon the car stops.. that is what I was in a car. I hear her talking to someone , another lady.. the lady say it was a long ride, they met half way. I lived about 3 hours from my new human servant.The next thing I know the human reaches in and pulls me out of the cold box with holes in it . She holds me up and I start to scream and holler and cry. I jiggle and wiggle around in the air. Help, where am I? What is this? I feel the new human servant take me in her hands. She say poor little girl, you are so scared.. she holds me close to her heart and I hear it pounding.. it makes me feel safer, I crawl into the crook of her arm and peer out at my old human. I think , I like this one better..
My new servant reaches into a huge doggie crate and pulls out a soft blanky, and she wraps me in it and hugs me close. This feels so good. I take a deep breath and relax. The other human is in a hurry to leave, but mom says I come first.. I like her very much already. Then the other human leaves and mom says we have to go home. It will be another hour ride..she puts me inside the big doggie carrier with my blanket into a kitty bed with a panda teddy bear for comfort. She shut the door and I started to cry loud, do not leave me here. She says we will be home soon. I cry most of the way home. I was so so afraid.. Where is my mommy and brothers.. We arrive home and a huge tall man says"lets see her" he picks me up and holds me close.. I luv him.. my first daddy sevant.
They fix me up with every thing special and show me my litter and food.. then as soon as they put me down , I ran under the big thing they sit on and hide. I stayed there for at least 12 years, really, mom say not only a an hour.
Soon I saw light come under where I was, and blue eyes looking at me and a hand reach in and pull me out.. it was her. It was my MOMMY. more later | | | | |
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Jack
Cattitude
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| | Purred: Thu Jun 21, '07 10:48am PST | | | | | | Wow. My mommy and daddy have been really sick, so mommy hasn't written a single thing yet. However, she's on the mend, and doesn't have a job anymore, so watch out  She's laying by the pool and has lots of time to write. Of course, that doesn't mean she'll come up with anything worthwhile, but she's gonna try. Just don't tell her I said that.
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Loki the- Talking Cat
Loki the Talking- Cat
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| | Purred: Tue Jun 26, '07 5:49pm PST | | | | | | Oh good, Jack, I look forward to hearing from you and your primate now that she has so much time!
My primate gets laid off for a month or so every few years where she works. It's her favorite thing about work, I think, and mine because it always happens in spring or summer and I get to go for walks outside a lot! | | | | |
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PRALINE - ANGEL BRIDGE- KITTIE
I AM AT RAINBOW- BRIDGE NOW |
| | Purred: Fri Jul 6, '07 12:13pm PST | | | | | | Mewloo, (a very shy mewloo)
I am Praline and I live in Belgium / Europe
I was a rescue when my "momzie" found me
I was a very very scaredy boo kittie and I still yam (grrr)
I am about 3 to 4 years old but I yam very small
Momzie seems nice but I must say : the lof of my life is Nelson !
Him is a gorgeous teddy-bearish hunk and him is my brofurrrr
I also haf a sissie, she is called Pattapouff aka, Patts, she is a Princesse (she sez) and she is almost ééleven. Momzie and Pattapouff (aka Patts) haf a véry strong bond.
I think I like momzie but I am still very very ermm..... suspicious of huminz...
well dat's it furr now, I'd like to thank Cousin Blue-ie and Auntie Pat furr inivting moi here, I'll ask the momzie to check all and get moi a kewl profile.
Bonne Nuit and see y'all soon ! | | | | |
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