Conference misery::feline_v1

Chiun and Abigail were born in Wyoming, but now reside in Nashua, NH.
(Some day I may put the harrowing tale of their airplane ride into the
"Cat Tales" note ...)

-b

Kittyface was born in Methuen (or at least bought there) and has been
living in North Reading for about a year and a half.

Tigger was born in Chelsea about 6 years ago.  Einstein was born
in New Hampshire nine months ago.  Both now reside on a 10.5 acre estate
in Wayland, Ma.  They are currently renters and hope to be homeowners in
the immediate future somewhere south of Worcester.

  Sam, Pippin, and Merry (soon to be rejoined by Gandalf and Cinnamon) were born
and raised in Greenville, S.C.

  They also are renters hoping to become owners soon.

tlh

    Nimbus and Scamp are native Californians and Snoopy is a native
Massachusettsian (?).  They all have been living in Londonderry, NH for
almost 3 years now, and are home-owners.

Wellington was born in Seabrook, NH (I presume - not really sure).  Tabitha
was also "adopted" from a pet store in Methuen, MA.  Both now own a house
in Newton, NH, which they graciously allow us to share.
					Steve

Cinnamon came  to us one Xmas Eve from Maine (does that make her a Maniac??) 
about 14 years ago. She now owns a house in Framingham where she lives with
her two servants (my mother and I!!!).

	/s/	Bob

My whole tribe (Wally, Cory, Cali, Buttercup and Melissa) were acquired
from an animal shelter in Allentown, Pa. and have made two relocations
with me--a brief year in Pittsburgh while I worked on my Masters degree,
and the *BIG* drive up to Manchester, NH,  where we have moved across
town once already since I've been here.  I had promised them "never again,"
but now it looks as though I may have to relocate closer to Marlboro where
I have recently been transferred.  Hate those car rides!

cathy

Asmodeus, Rega, Screech-cat, T.K. and Bernard are proud residents
of Budd Lake, New Jersey.  (And they don't care that noone's ever
heard of it!)

For what it's worth, I'VE heard of Budd Lake, New Jersey.  I went to school
in Hoboken.  Now how can I relate this to cats?  Uh, I worked at the radio
station there and for a while we had a cat living in the station.  His name
was DC (for damn cat).  I'm not sure what happened to him, but I wouldn't
be surprised if it was not pretty...

Jim Stratton

JENNYANYDOTS used to live in Framingham, MA, but has been living with me
in Nashua, NH for three years now.

--PSW

Chaucer is from Virginia (only for six months though-drove to Hotlanta
about that time on what had to be the hottest weekend of the year in a
car with no air which liked to overheat.  Ever try to keep a cat from
going out a window at 55 mph?  He didn't like the leash at all.).

Shadow is a native Georgian (Ellenwood that is).

They both are now renters in Atlanta.

My husband and I were adopted by Charles and Thomas, who each lived
at the animal shelter in Salem, MA (1 year apart). They now
own a home in Bedford, MA, where we live with them. They let us
have our own room and use of the car on weekends.

Erick was born in Falls Church, VA, and Zorro in Porters Corner, NY. Both
lived with us in Greenbelt, MD, a suburb of Washington, DC, until a couple of
weeks ago, when they underwent a traumatic car ride to Nashua, NH with us (we
came close to losing Erick at a toll booth, too). They are tired of the
apartment life, and are about to become homeowners for the first time. 

Val & Jon 

Norman and Pearl(named after my wives parenets) now rent
in Ayer, Mass. but plan on owning in the near future.
TDJ

Puddie and Li'l Kitty reside in Lewisville, Texas, a Dallas suburb.  Puddie 
was born in Santa Maria, California and lived in California for 4 years before 
moving to Texas.  Li'l Kitty is a native Texan.

					Joyce

Tiff (short for Tiffin - but really reflects his temperament) is from
Londonderry, NH, Punkers (short for Pumpkin, an orange cat) is from
Merrimack, NH and Blinkers (named by a 6 year old daughter) comes from
Nashua.  We all currently reside in Nashua - and I guess that makes them
all native New Englanders.

/cc

Pucker is a well-rounded cat, having first grown up in a cat orphanage in
Portland, ME, then living with me in various apartments in both Maine
and MA.

As far as I know, Speedy Tomato is MA born-and-bred. However, Peggy and
I are considering moving to the Merrimack, NH area soon, so he may be
expanding his horizons soon.

Fred

	Kat was found in Worcester.  Tux was found in Worcester (or perhaps a
suburb of Worcester).  Pooky was born in Worcester.  Kemo was living in Merri-
mack, NH or Amherst, NH (I'm not sure which) when I got him.
	Now they all live in Dracut, MA, where the town meetings generally
degenerate into shoving matches.  That's probably why they're apolitical.
		<_Jym_>

    Smokey, Bar Tab, Conan, Columbus, Blackie, Frick and Frack (and I)
    are all squeezed into a two bedroom house, with one very tolerant 
    roommate in Hudson,MA where we are among the ranks of renters
    everywhere. 


    Susan

Gray (formal name "Little Gray Lady") lives currently in Belmont with The
Lady Jessica, her pet German Shepherd (see Canine Notes file); she will soon
be moving her entourage to a new home in Newburyport (she's got the sea in
her veins).

/Harry

Richard and Harold were born on a farm near Roscoe, New York (good trout 
fishing country) about 5 summers ago, and lived with me in an apartment 
in New York City until we moved up here to Massachusetts about 2 years 
ago.  They share my townhouse apartment in Westboro, where they have 
their own bathroom.  They use most of the rest of the house as bedroom, 
although each has his favorite spots (usually boxes -- ever see a ten 
pound cat curled up in a shoe-box?).  We hope to buy a farm in a year or 
two (assuming the other debts get paid and enough money gets saved for a 
down payment and the price of real estate doesn't go sky high..)

Tom

>ever see a ten 
>pound cat curled up in a shoe-box?).

 
Ever see a 17 lb. cat curled up in a shoe box?  They just aren't ever the
same after Merry gets down with them!

tlh

Re .22,.23:
Ever see a ten pound cat curled up in a shoe box which was about a third
full of miscellaneous junk (before addition of cat)?  I still don't know how
he gets comfortable.

-Mike

A 12 pound solid black long-haired puff of a cat looks just ridiculous in
a 9"x12" box that's 7" deep!  Then he crouches down under the level of the
rim, slicks back his ears, slits his eyes and *watches* us - but the whole
effect is spoiled by his long bushy tail hanging out over the edge twitching.
You'd have to see this one to believe it - we were on the floor laughing,
which annoyed him greatly. 

--Louise

 Scotty and Roo live in a 2 bedroom duplex with  me and my husband in
Ann Arbor, Michigan.  

Kathleen
  

Re: .24

I don't think that cats in such situations really are comfortable; they are 
just too stubborn to admit being uncomfortable after struggling their way in!

Steve

    Reggie is a Colorado native and lives with me and my friend in a
    two bedroom apt. in Col. Springs. Speaking of big cats in strange
    places, imagine a two foot long, 20 pound cat break dancing in the
    bathroom sink! Laurie

    
    Rover, Fifi (who I just found out is pregnant!!), and Peanut are
    all native Vermonters. They own an old settlement house on 16+ acres,
    dead end road, on top of a mountain (cat heaven).  Someday this
    will be a small farm with lots more cats!!.
    
    donna
    

    My name is Diva.  I'm a slim, sexy, solid black tabby (my distant
    relatives, I'm told, were from Siam).  My daughter, Grizzabella,
    Grizzy for short (who is now 9 months old) and I rent our home in 
    Maynard with a big back yard and lots of woods were I get to play
    with the field mice and tweetie birds.  Sometimes I capture these
    little grey critters and show my mom and dad.  
    
    Unfortunately, also living with us is this hairy husky named Tasha.
    They think she's great.  Personally, I could do without her.  I
    can't have any more children, but after two pregnancies, I'm just
    as happy.
     

    Hi Diva.  My name is Ifor.  I'm a big solid black and silver tabby
    with white paws.  My younger half-sister Idris lives with me.  She's
    a petite orange stripey tabby, and because she's so small, she's
    called Diddy Iddy (daft eh?).
    
    We have a lot of neighbours' gardens to play in, and I love causing
    trouble.  In fact, just the other day I went into the neighbour's
    garden, and while they were watching, I ripped a hole in the netting
    over their pond, caught one of their carp, bit of the tale and dropped
    the remains at their feet.  Daring eh?  My mum wasn't very pleased
    though, because she had to buy them a new fish.
    
    Normally I bring the fish back alive, so that mum can nip over the
    fence and put them back in the pond when nobody's looking.
    
    My sister Idris doesn't bother with the fish, but she does catch
    lots of birds and mice.  She's  very timid, but I make up for her
    by being very bold and friendly to everyone.
    
    In fact I'm so friendly that I even put up with that daft dog that
    mum brought home.  Mind you, I do get a bit annoyed when it trys
    to pick me up by the scruff of my neck, but I put up with it licking
    my ears.
    
    Idris gets jealous when the dog licks my ears, because that's normally
    her job.  Most afternoons we curl up on the back shelf of the garage,
    on a cushion by the window, we put our paws round each other, wash
    each other and then fall asleep.  
    
    It's quite a good life really - especially if it wasn't for that
    stupid dog!!
    
                

     This conference is beginning to sound like a dating service for cats.
     
     --Mr Topaz 

    I'm new to your "notes" access and have enjoyed reading all the
    "menews".
    
    Sox (inherited from moving neighbors), Smokey and Misty (litter
    mates who are appropriately Confederate Grey) and Miranda (a small
    but determined calico who rules the other three cats mercilessly)
    live with their doting owners in Atlanta.
    

    I've not put anything into this note before but couldn't resist
    this subject.
    
    Cassie, a beautiful siamese, was born in Youngstown, Ohio.  She
    lived there for about 4 years then moved to Hawaii for a little
    more than 2 more (4 months in State required quarantine).  She got
    restless and decided that California would be a good place to be
    so she lived there for around six years.  She's now retired in Georgia
    where she has resided since the summer of '79.  
    
    That makes her 18 1/2 years old.  Her life's companion, Gerri, was
    put to sleep two years ago at 17 years of age.  We must be doing
    something right since they lasted so long.  (The dog is 13)
    
    cec
    

    Where does Shadow live? Anywhere she wants! She (it) is a 12 year
    old Burmese who fits the description in the cat book to a "T".
    She also falls into the "attack cat" classification, as she is EXTREMELY
    unfriendly to strangers, and drove the poor old woman next door
    crazy with her antics. I've never seen a cat provoke genuine fear
    before that.
    
    Mostly she lives in Syracuse, New York, on our bed.
    
    .mike.                                                            
    

    Winston, Jesse and Monroe live in Morgan Hill California.  Soon
    they will have a new "cat sister".  She will be moving to Morgan
    Hill from Alexandria Virginia.  She heard the weather was much nicer
    out here and made the necessary arrangements.  Any other cats living
    on the west coast?

    This is my first time in the NOTES FILES.  It is really great to
    share with other cat (pet) lovers.  
    My husband was not a cat person until we were adopted by "Souche"
    (pronounced Soo-she).  The name is French for "stub".  She is a
    neutered all black Manx.  Her lips, nose, pads on feet and skin
    are black.  She came to us when she was 5 weeks old and is our "baby".
    She was born in Attleboro, MA and still resides there with her family.
    Reading all the other notes on attention getting and pranks, they
    all fit her to a "T".  Souche must have some oriental in her.  She
    talks continually.  She is a joy and is loved dearly.  She is only
    9 months old.  Some days, she is lucky if she lives to see that
    evening.  But on the whole, she is great to have around even if
    she is VERY bad sometimes.  
    Since it is the season, we put up our tree yesterday, and she thinks
    it was really great of us to bring the outdoors in for her.  She
    is an outdoor/indoor, more indoor than out.
    Well I could go on for days, but will end it for now.
    Have a great holiday season all you animal lovers!!!!

    Bailey was adopted from Miller's adoption center in Campbell, CA
    (actually from their annex in the San Jose Flea Market) and Amelia
    was adopted from Napa SPCA (she's quite the wine connoisseur of
    course).  They both live in San Jose now in an apartment complex
    that probably wouldn't appreciate them as much as I do...If I have
    to I'll move...I'm not getting rid of these sweethearts.
    
    Jan

    Shadow (aka Bungalow Belly), Samantha, Blinky and Ted E. Bear have
    consented to live with us in Audubon, NJ.  Shadow lived in a big
    old house in Haddon Hts., NJ for a while and wasn't too sure if
    he liked the strange smell of new construction, but he got over
    it when his people added a screened back porch for him (he thinks).
    As soon as the weather is decent he parks himself on the chaise
    and keeps tabs on the neighborhood.
    
    Blinky was rescued from a miniature golf course where he attached
    himself to an animal lover in the person of my son Tom.  He was
    about 6 weeks old and weighed 12 oz.  Due to a throat injury he
    couldn't eat solid food at first so the vet had us feed him baby
    food which we warmed in the microwave.  To this day he still comes
    running everytime the microwave timer goes off.
    
    >I have heard of Budd Lake.  Do you know where Ong's Hat, NJ is? 

    Dazdee is a California Cat, recently moved out to the
    New England.  Wicket is a New England Cat, recently 
    moved to Nashua, NH.  This is not strange, two cats 
    from different coasts, except that they look exactly
    alike.  They could be twins, except impossible, right?
    
    They both look like they have tuxedos on with white on
    the tummy and black backs, with white 'spats' and white
    faces.  The only difference is that Dazdee has a little
    goatee on his chin(black of course) and wicket has a little
    white ribbon behind her ear.  
    
    Always dressed up and ready to go!!!!
    (its too bad you can dress them up, but you can't take them out)
    
                       Tee hee
    
    Kati
    e

    Cujo, a hugh fluffy orange and white male and Friskie, a large grey
    tiger male live in Meriden, Connecticut.  They are home owners on
    an acre lot out in the country.  Cujo must think he died and went
    to heaven.  He loves his neighborhood and hates to come in and best
    of all he loves to show his estate to his mom and dad by walking
    them around the property in the summer.  Friskie on the other hand
    was a stray and spent some cold nites out one winter.  He loves
    his home, especially the beds and sits on the window sills to look
    out.        

    Sasha, Timothy, Katenka,  Alexander, and QuickSilvee were all 
    born in New Hampshire (various towns)
    Yurii, Lara, Ivan, Nikolas, Mister Miyagi, and KoKo were all
    born in the Lowell, Mass area
    Pashenka was born in Shelton CT
    Gee, I guess I have a Tri-State family!
    
    E.T.
    

    Tabbatha must be from the Sterling area because that is where the
    shelter is that I got her from.
    
    Silver is from Worcester.  I just got her CFF registration last
    night! :^) (A BIG happy face!!!)
    
    Now we are living quite comfortably in Leominster, MA.
    
    Holly

    Sly, Adrienne, Paws, Springer, and Midway live in Northboro, MA.
    We got Sly and Adrienne at the same time -- Sly was 7 1/2 weeks
    old, and Adrienne was 7 weeks old. Paws, Springer, and Midway are
    Sly's and Adrienne's kittens; they were born this past June, in
    my bedroom, where the bedspread makes a "pocket" against the side
    of the bed.
    
    Marleen                              

    Niniane was born somewhere in Worcester, MA, moved to a farmhouse
    in Spencer at about 6 weeks, and then endured a rather long (and
    hidious to her) 4 hour ride with us to Plaistow, NH where she
    now owns a condo.  Guess she's a well-travelled kitty for her age!
    
    She doesn't like to drive, so she graciously allows us unlimited
    use of the cars, as long as she gets enough attention!! ;-)
    
    Mary-Michael (Ninny's Mom)

    Mocha's birthplace is unknown. (Came as a stray to our door.)
    He now is the resident cat in a townhouse in Nashua, NH, which he
    shares with a loving old St. Bernard by the name of Sebastian.
    Things he loves, outdoors, riding in the car, sinks, and being
    the most beautiful cat in the world.

     I am Tony a tiger cat with a very soft coat that brings me much pride.
    My human adopted me from a shelter in Skowhegan Maine where they
    don't take sex education and told her I was male! Can you believe
    the nerve of some people. 
    
    She is making me live with this dumb puppy that she thinks is cute and 
    if I could only tell her how much of a fool she is I think she could 
    be helped.
    
    When she has the urge, my annoying human will take me for a ride,
    which I enjoy. I like to bite her when she is sleeping because she
    makes the neatest swearing sounds.
    
    When _That DOG_ is not biting my tail, I enjoy sitting outside and 
    ignoring my humans constant reprimand when I run across the road to
    play. What really gets her is when I try to get the puppy to chase
    me across when a car is coming ( boy does she know how to put a damper 
    on a great game ). Some humans!
    

    "Baby Girl" lives in Lowell, MA with her two human representatives;
    Kyle age 3 and Ryan age 15months.  She loves to scramble kitty litter,
    walk between mom's legs and hide under her bathrobe (only when she
    is wearing it).  She hates thunderstorms and runs from one end of
    the apartment to the other.  She plays with the occassional fly
    and has been known to jump in the tub with the boys.  Her favorite
    sitting spot in in the kitchen window overlooking the driveway.
    She loves to walk around on the toilet seat and play in the water
    thus making her feet muddy (and the window sill and whatever else
    she touches).  She is Kyle's first kitty and she is very accepting
    of the way little boys like to play. She is gentle, patient, and
    has her crazy moments.  She is an indoor kitty and likes to lapsit
    in the evenings.
    

	Sweezie Cat (very recently introduced in note 2.194) has resided
	in Broad Brook (East Windsor), CT for a year now.  Can't say where
	she was born since we got her from the Humane Society, but it was
	probably somewhere in CT since she was only 3 months old when I
	"rescued" her....couldn't have been too much of a world traveler
	at that tender age....

	Kim - Delighted to be owned by a cat!

	P.S. Sorry I forgot to sign Sweezie's intro....

    I'm Oscar.  Me and my fat sister, Portia, we were born in Westminster,
    MA.  We were unwanted and forced to live outside.  So, at an early
    age we realized that we were going to have to find someone to adopt
    us.  See, the people where we were living wouldn't even have the
    common courtesy to take us to a shelter -- they just threw us out
    into the wild to fend for ourselves.  Anyway,  Porty and I decided
    that we would find the nicest house in teh neighborhoood, and make
    those people adopt us.  We found the right house and decided to
    go play with the owners every day.  That way, the humans would want
    to adopt us.  It was summer and we had so much fun playing in those
    flower gardens, climbing the screened porch, and walking across
    the deck.  After afew months of this, we realized that we were going
    to have to try alot harder to get those people to adopt us.  It
    was fall now -- we would go over and help this lady rake.  She would
    get a big pile of leaves built up.  And we would scatter them back
    acroos the yard.  My favorite trick was on the pool slide.  I would
    climb up the ladder to the top.  I would wait until this lady had
    an armful of leaves, then I would begin to slide down the slide,
    being sure to scratch my claws to get the lady's attention.  She
    would then run over and catch me before I hit the water.  Once October
    hit, I started to get worried.  Though these people would play with
    me, and their son would bring me and Porty some Tender Vittles every
    day, we just had the feeling that they didn't want to adopt us.
    The first snow came, and Porty began to get sick since she had
    Leukemia.  So me, little ol' Oscar, had to act twice as cute all
    the time around this family.  Finally, the week before Christmas,
    the son came tromping through the woods and found where Porty and
    I had a nest.  The boy captured me, but left Porty their.  He brought
    me inside their house -- I decided against pooping on the carpet
    since I wanted to make a good impresion on my new family.  I ate
    almost a whole box of Kitten Chow.  But, I was reall worried about
    PortyPrecious.  She was soo sick.  She was al;so pretty dumb and
    when the boy went back out to find her, she got scared and hid.
     After 3 days, the boy finally caught her and brought Porty in to
    be back with me.  I thought life was going to be dandy.
    
    Then the disaster struck.  The woman who lived in this house, one
    night she loaded Porty and I into the car and took us for this long
    drive.  We ended up at this house in Pepperell whereupon, this woman
    brought us inside, emntioned something to the effect that we had
    to live with her daughter in a crumby old apartment.  Here we thought
    that we got to live in a nice big house with a big backyard and
    a big pool and lots of gardens for pooping in, and we end up in
    a little apartment in Pepperell with 2 foolish looking people.
    
    But, on the positive side, Grandma didn't say that these 2 people
    in the apartment were the live-in servants for us!  We got used
    to them after awhile (We were pretty scared at first since they
    jumped up an down and clapped their hands the first time I used
    the litter box), and now life is pretty dandy.  They take good care
    of us, buy us all sorts of toys, and let us poop in the neighbors
    gardens.  We keep telling our servants that we want a house just
    like grandma's, but they keep telling us that they can't afford
    a mortgage, whatever one of those is.  I also keep telling mom that
    I would enjoy driving in the car is it was a Merceded Benz, but
    she says no to that too.
    
    Even though the house in Westminster was nicer, the love we get
    in Pepperell is better.
    
    	Oscar & Portia
    
    PS - I told you these were good servants -- they even take dictation!

    Hi, I'm Schnitzel.  I was born in Shrewsbury and adopted from a
    place called Spag's eleven years ago.  The human that adopted me
    first took me to visit "Grammy" (her mother) then to my new home
    in Hudson, MA.  It was nice there but I hated Rte. 85.  Too many
    cars.  Guess I complained enough about the traffic 'cause then we
    bought "Grammy's" house (I let the human pay the mortgage...I keep
    the mouse population down) in Berlin, MA.  I really love it there.
    I have a big yard to play in and LOTS of fields to hunt in.  I always
    bring a present home for the human.  Sometimes she likes them, but
    usually she doesn't.
    
    There's one thing I haven't quite figured out about human's....why,
    when they've given you a perfectly good name to they call you something
    else?  The human calls me "bumppas" "Baby Bumps" "Baby Schnitz"
    and a few others I don't think I can put in here.  She also has
    the annoying habit of telling me, every time I go outside "Be a
    good girl, have fun and stay out of the road".  Where's her sense
    of adventure?!
    

    
    
    Hi,
    
    My name's Whitley, my human calls me that 'cause that's the area
    of Reading I was born in.
    
    I'm dying to tell you all about my girlfriend (not bad going for
    17 weeks) and My Farm.
    
    My girlfriend actually lived at the farm before her mum decided
    she officially lived in the house. She was born in the barn and
    one day when most of the humans where off down the pub the one that
    was left snuck out to the old farmers barn and took the smallest
    weakest kitten into the lounge.  
    
    Her name's Spiff, odd kind of kitty-name but she seems to like it.  
    Her mum's called Alison, who lives with Tommy, the human who invited 
    her into the lounge is called Tom (mighty confusing at times -
    especially since my name was nearly Thomas!).  My mum's Jo who's 
    good mates with Nina who's getting an alsation puppy soon (dumb
    animals). Nina's friends Steve and Verge live with us too and they've 
    got a placid spollie (spaniel/collie) who's called Wolfie (apparently 
    after a t.v. show called "Citizen Smith"). Alex lives downstairs
    as well. In with all the less intelligent creatures around the farm 
    (including the mice owls cows and the like) Spiffy and I can normally 
    find someone to play with; if not I just try to beat her up (she's 
    bigger than me though so she normally wins.)  
    
    My farm is in the middle of the Berkshire countryside, far better
    than where I was born in the town.  Spiff and I were hoping for
    a family when we were older, we're not sure how many more the farm
    will accomodate though so Spiff is contemplating family planning.
    
    By the way I'm one of the most hansome beige tabbys with BIG paws
    and saucer eyes and a relatively macho square build, my lady friend
    on the other hand is a very slim long tailed black and white girl
    who looks at time like she's wearing spats and a bow tie she's *nearly*
    long haired and has the sweetest white tufts sticking out her big
    black ears. (She's good at hissing at Wolfie too, tho I prefer to
    wind him up by rubbing against him and purring and pretending I
    don't know he's being very impolite when he growls at me.)
    
    With love and purrs to all you suffering town kitties out there,
    Whitley, 
    living with:
    Spiff
    Wolfie
    'Puppy to be'
    Ali
    Tommy
    Nina
    Steve
    Verge
    Alex
    Tom
    
    and 
    
    Jo (the one Spliff and I sleep with).
    
    

    Hallo Whitley,
    
    Sounds like a nice place to live, we'll be moving out hopefully
    very soon, but not sure where yet.
    
    Isis and Tarot
    (who live in Whitley Street - whereabouts exactly were you born
    - not Highgrove St by any chance - if so - Tarot's not your Dad;-)
    
    

    I'm sorry, but I don't understand what Tabby means. Is that a male
    cat? 
    Rosi from Germany (Hamburg)
    

    
    Mimi (6years) is born in Bienenbuettel (guess where this is),
    as well as Pueppi (5years). They are both children of Buesi, which
    died by an accident last summer and became 13 years.
    They live in my little weekend-home 40 miles away from Hamburg as
    owners. They are feeded during the week by my neighbour's daughter
    but they let me live there during the weekends.
    

    Tabbies are cats with a striped or spotted coat patterns. Sometimes
    they are described as looking like "Tigers"
    
    Deb

    My name is Tex (named after where by grandparents live-Texas) and
    my adopted brother is Waxy (don't ask me where that one came from!
    I'm a surfer cat from Santa Monica, California...actually the pound
    in Santa Monica.  My brother is from that very snobby neighborhood,
    Marina del Rey, California, but mom got him from in front of the
    local grocery store so he has no reason to stick his nose in the
    air!  
    
    We all used to live together on Venice Beach (rollerskaters, crazies,
    etc.) but mom and dad have recently purchased a nice, big townhouse
    in the Valley--yes, we're now "Valley Boys".  (Too bad we're not
    girls, huh!)
    
    Anyway, I'm 12 years old now and Waxy is 8.  We used to be big slobs,
    no energy, no nothing; that was because we lived in a little apartment.
    Since we've moved, we're still slobs (I'm 19 lbs.--Waxy is 16),
    but we have stairs to run up and down and a pool outside to lay
    by.  Since all four of us sleep together, it's the first one up
    the stairs that gets the best spot in bed, so we've both had to
    shape up a little.
    
    We like the Valley a lot better than the beach, it's quieter out
    here and more normal.  That beach life is for the young kitties
    I guess!  Anyway, we aren't planning a move for a looooong time!
    
    Tex (older, wiser, and the typist in the family)
    
    
    

    My name is Heidi.  I am a purebred Maine Coon Cat with beautiful
    blue eyes.  I was born in Presque Isle, Maine (way up theya!) and
    was happily rescued from my older bullie brothers and a very large
    dog who used to attack me and often!  I live indoors now in a small
    town south of Bangor called Newburgh in a brand new house with lots
    of land and a new baby coming in January.  I have spared my human's
    furniture (I have no front claws), but I love to tear into Kleenex
    boxes and shred newspapers with my still handy teeth.  I am going
    on 4 yrs old, so I'm almost full grown (won't stay on the scale
    long enough to be weighed)!  We have just discovered that we have
    a few mice that got in when the house was constructed, so starting
    tonight, I am going to show my prowess as a mouser!!  I may not
    have front claws, but they don't know that!!!
    
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    Morgan and Lexi live in Grabill, Indiana, the capitol of the Amish!
    
    Joelle