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Purr Paws is a rescue cat. She had been adopted and then returned. However at the rescue, she couldn't handle the resident dogs and cats and hid for 3 weeks. After she recovered from hiding for 3 weeks with no food or water, I adopted her. She is still not good with other cats, especially Boo. She loves people, though, and knows that she is beautiful. |
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Boo was born next door under the porch to a feral Mom. I adopted him as adolescent. His sisters, mom, and dad, have all been adopted by the neighbor with the porch. He is still a little skittish, hates thunderstorms, and is a big ole softy if you rub his belly. He also will quickly adopt any cat sitter who feeds him. He does like to intimidate Purr Paws. |
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Recent Lost Loves |
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Dodger was Siamese rescue from a collector. His foster mom got him liking brushes with Zoom Groom, but he was very skittish about laps, being held, and of people's feet for a long time. He was also young and frisky and needed some good young cat(s) to play with. I got him Ethel and he was soooooo happy. He did escape once, (not his fault), but we found him the next day two doors down. We had 9 more years of our fine Dodger. He was at least 17 when he died. |
The Awful Dodger |
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Ethel was specifically bought from an Oriental Shorthair breeder to be Dodger's toy. She was very social with other cats and people as a kitten and loved to play with the feather stick. She continued her non-stop feather stick thing until she swallowed the feather and spent 3 days at the emergency vet clinic. She also liked sleeping with her siamese boyfriends and burrowing. She would follow me around the house yelling until I would pick her up or sit down and make a lap. I still miss my monkey girl yelling at me. |
Ethel |
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