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Leave a treat for Scampi, 1991-2009
Nicknames:
Sugarplum, Scamperdoo, Momma's Sweet Dirl
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Birthday:
June 1st 1991
Likes:
Her daily brushing. To lie on my lap. To lie in the sun. To eat whipped cream every morning.
Pet-Peeves:
When I need to get up, when I'm in the computer room chair when it's time for her nap there, or when I won't let her in my lap.
Favorite Toy:
Bouncy balls, the feather on a string toy.
Favorite Nap Spot:
My lap or my chair.
Favorite Food:
whipped cream! mom's chicken scraps, any catfood, dry or crunchy
Skills:
She can open unlatched doors, thanks to Lee-Roy. She is extremely expressive. You can tell what thought is in her head from her face. When upset at an strange cat on our porch, she cusses like a sailor.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
Eric and I were dating and went on a hike at a coyote preserve. When we got back to the parking lot to leave, Eric saw a flash of white fur and went to investigate. We found a tiny calico kitten cowering under the cars. Eric tried to approach her and she ran away in terror, then turned around and screamed "MEW" at us from the path. We knelt down next to each other and called to her. She'd look at me and take a step toward me, then look at Eric and run away. I moved away from him and she ran straight into my arms. Poor thing was a bag of bones, filthy and completely covered with fleas. Some kids nearby said they saw a man drive up in a truck and throw her out then drive away. That cinched it. We got into his car and took her with us. We stopped by a pet store to get kitten safe flea products and kitten food. She sucked on my hand the whole time, so we assumed she wasn't weaned and got kitten formula and a bottle, too. It was a security thing. She sucked on my hand when she was happy for the next five years. Because I had a sick cat at home, she had to stay at Eric's house with Lee-Roy. The first week, we had her locked in Eric's bedroom for her own safety.
She didn't know what catfood was. We had to teach her. She did attack his roommate's unattended burrito!
She was terrified of Eric and hid under the bed, hissing at him. The second week, she stood her ground and hissed at him. The third week, she ran to him and hissed at him. After that, she stopped hissing and just loved him. But I'm still her primary human. We had no idea the scrawny filthy kitten would grow up to be such a beauty!
Bio:
When I moved in with my boy cat just before we got married, Scampi fell in love with my boy, and he with her. I'd rescued and neutered him after he'd reached maturity, so he had some vestigal sexual drive. He used to pin Scampi down by the scruff of her neck and gently scratch her back with his rear claws. He did it every time I came home from somewhere. When he died, she still "assumed the position" for a few weeks. She missed him.
Now she has severe arthritis in her lower back, possibly from that horrible man throwing her out of the truck or from who knows what horrors she survived before we found her. We're treasuring what little time we have left with her. She's not aging well.
**edit** Scampi was suffering from severe arthritis, thyroid and heart problems. She started vomiting blood today and the vet agreed it was time to let her pass to the Rainbow Bridge. She was 18 years old. 6/3/2009
Forums Motto:
Must sit on Momma's lap.
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Catster Id:
138628
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April 15th 2005 12:18 pm
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In this house and yard, I rule. I'm the senior female and it's my job to tell the others what is and isn't acceptable. My brother Lee-Roy ignores me for the most part, so if he goes by I'll smack him on his behind to remind him who his Queen is.
Little Miss Cactus would like to be Queen, but she accepts her status of Princess for now. She'll come to me with the proper lowered head and I'll wash her forehead before I cuff her to remind her who is senior. She's a good girl, really. Not nearly as beautiful as I am with my long fluffy fur. The only place she is allowed to rule is in the bedroom. She has claimed it as her territory, inheriting her position on the bed from my old love, Boo. I can't climb up there anymore anyway, so the bed is hers.
I've got mommy trained to give me whipped cream in the morning. I won't eat it if it's the cheap stuff. It has to be pure high-quality whipped cream. I've also got her trained to brush me every day. I keep telling her to leave my legs alone because they hurt, but she insists on brushing them a little bit until I smack her with my claws or pinch her with my teeth. I know she understands, she's just stubborn.
I want her to be my cushion when I'm sleeping. She keeps getting up to do stuff. Why don't humans just sit down and relax? And then there's the laptop computer she got last year! Grrr. Her lap used to be MINE. Now I have to share it with that thing. The warm air that comes out of it feels good, though.
Sometimes mommy takes me in the car to a funny place that doesn't smell like vet. The man uses a clicking thing that hurts my back and neck. She says he's a kiro.. chiro.. something. I have to admit I feel better when we get home. It doesn't hurt to walk as much.
I know Lee-Roy and Cactus want to get that rat. I think he's cute. When I'm sleeping on mommy's computer room chair in the afternoons, he comes out to visit with me. He's a nice little guy. We've bumped noses before.
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