Beep


Domestic Shorthair
Picture of Beep, a female Domestic Shorthair

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Home:Orlando  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Beepy Lou, Muffin, Killer, Murderess, The Gray Ghost

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Gotcha Date:
February 1st 2004

Birthday:
May 5th 2003

Coloration:
Gray Tabby

Likes:
Daddy. And nude sunbathing!

Pet-Peeves:
Other cats, the vacuum, the dog not holding still so she can clean her ears.

Favorite Toy:
She loves to play with things that crinkle, like any kind of plastic wrapper, especially at 3:00 AM!

Favorite Nap Spot:
on a pillow in her new cat playpen, which gets the afternoon sun

Favorite Food:
As a former dry food addict, she still gets about 10 tiny kibbles in the evening, and she loves it.

Skills:
We have a door that she can head but open, even when it is locked.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Beep is our first cat. She found us on a cold February day, mewing outside my front door. We fed her a can of tuna (all we had) and she would not let us touch her, but would come close to us. My husband (NOT a cat person) came home and said, "why the heck did you feed that thing....it will never leave now"! By this time, the cat had gone to our side kitchen window mewing, and now was at the back sliding glass door. My husband walked outside and she literally jumped into his arms...I'm not kidding! Rubbing her head against him, purring, kneading his arm. The next day we took her to see if my sister in law wanted to keep her and in the process she got loose and ran into the woods behind her house. No one could lure her out of the woods, not even with food....until my husband tried. As soon as we had her in the cat carrier with a can a food he looked at me and said "we're keeping her". She still adores him over any other person, which is how we have come to refer to Beep as "Steve's girlfriend". She follows him like a puppy and if he is home, she is by his side.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
Butt-kicker of all other cats

The Groups I'm In:
The Cat`s Den

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Feral kitten success story

I've Been On Catster Since:
January 2nd 2013 More than 1 year!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
1280510


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Taffy AKA
"Turd
Ferguson"
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Beep's Diary


Plan for the day

January 3rd 2013 4:40 am
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Since I am pretty much a bad ass, I have to go into my room every morning at 5:30. I do have the run of the house all night, which is nice. But at 5:30, I eat my breakfast in my room and chill in my nice cat tree in the sunny window until about 11:00 ish. Then mom puts Taffy back into his room and I plot how I can get in and kick his butt. I can see him under the door and we play footsies under the door, but I'm not allowed to be out with him because I go all Hanibal Lechter on his butt. So after about 10 minutes, I realize that A) I am not able to get into the door no matter how many times I head butt it and B) Greta, my doberman, will come over and gently chase me away from the door so that I leave Taffy alone. She is like the referee I guess. If I ever do get out and lay the smackdown on Taffy, Greta chases me back into my room. So usually, at some point, I head to my nice, new kitty play pen mom just bought me a month ago. She leave it in the sun by the back window and I like to nap all afternoon in there. Even though, apparently, I have major issues with my bad attitude, my life is good. I LOVE my daddy, and the best part of my day is when he comes home from work and I sit next to him on his comfy chair while he eats his dinner. Oh, another important thing on my daily agenda is to clean the dogs ears. Boy, are they ever gross! The dog lays her head across mom and dad's bed and I flip her floppy ear over and clean those gross things, and if she tries to get away from me I give her a light (no claw) smack and make her hold still til I'm done. Someone has to take care of those gross ears!

 
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