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Mrs. Peel [5]
DreamyGothGirl says: Mrs. Peel would like you to know that she's a very sweet young lady who loves having her tummy rubbed and playing with toy mice. Her absolute favorite trick is to pick up one of her toys and throw it in her drinking bowl. It's not the throwing in that makes it fun, it's trying to get the toy out without getting wet herself. That she splashes the water all over the floor is an added bonus. Or at least the look on my face is when I see her fooling around like that. I would like to add that she truly is a sweet young lady as long as I do what she wants me to do. But then again, that's probably the case with all cats. I am indeed a servant to little Mrs. Peel's wishes.
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Purdey [5]
Marleen den Brok says: Purdey is just a sweet little kitty. Nothing more to it than that. She sleeps at my feet at night but she's not very verbal and doesn't wake me up in the morning. She likes playing with water dripping water from the tap and she loves her belly rubs. I guess her favorite game is to chase shoelaces, but she also likes to chase little balls I throw and those funny little lights that seem to appear whenever I hold a small mirror in my hand.
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Tansi [5]
brackenb says: Tansi came from a friend whose cat had a litter of four. She was the most adorable kitten -- you can see why she chose me!!! Her name is actually that of a flower spelt the Welsh way. It doesn't really mean anything, I just liked the name. Tansi has grown into the most beautiful cat. She likes attention on her terms only and tolerates her companion Dee-dee. She is not a lap cat, preferring to spend her time either outside or curled up in some secret corner of the house. Her character is as colourful as her coat and I love her dearly.
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Socks and His Family [5]
Cynthia Freeland (Philosopher Queen) says: My neighbor rang my doorbell one night and had in her arms a mama cat and kitten that had been trying to find shelter under her house. She has two big dogs and knows I'm a cat person so she brought them over to me. I gave some food to Mama, who was ravenous, and put them in my laundry room. Baby Socks, as my neighbor called him, kept screaming the most piercing meows. It was hard to believe that anything so tiny could emit such loud, piercing, piteous wails! When I checked on them later I was so happy to find Mama relaxing and feeding little Socks.

The next day plot thickened. I learned from my friend at the local county animal control of two new kittens in need of bottle feeding. I thought maybe I could get mama kitty to adopt them, so I drove 40 miles each way to pick them up. I brought these TINY newborns into the house, and after about 20 seconds of sniffing Mama accepted them and began happily nursing all the babies. What a lovely lady. I decided to call her Sylvie because I felt she needed an elegant French name. :-) I hoped I could find her a good home.

Sylvie, her son Socks, and adopted sons Itsy and Bitsy became a family. The laundry basket was a good holding pen for the kittens and they seemed to feel comfortable and safe in it. One morning I found Socks out of the laundry basket, running around, trying to tear up a loose piece of paper towel. In the next few weeks he turned into quite a comical little adventurer, full of mischief and desperate to play with his little brothers or his mother. But Sylvie was just annoyed by his jumping on her head and often batted him away, and the little ones were too small and frail to play. So I tried to divert his attention and keep him entertained. He cracked me up, running around in uncoordinated bursts of energy and chasing his toys. One day I found a small basket unused in a closet and had an intuition that Socks might like it. Boy was that right -- he was one wild and crazy guy playing in (and out and under) it!

Itsy and Bitsy started developing into fun little kittens -- boisterous Itsy with his darling round body and head and tummy spots, and Bitsy with his darker, fluffier face and sweet, shy nature. Socks was constantly trying to get Mama, Itsy, and Bitsy to play with him. Sometimes Mama played but, being still young herself, she could get a bit rough. So Socks more often played with little Itsy, repeatedly knocking him down while Itsy batted away at Socks. It was hilarious to watch. Itsy was a fighter and Bitsy was a lover.

One day I went to a party at work and one of our graduate students, Wade, told me he was interested in adopting Socks. He came to visit, met my house guests, and the deal was done. When it was time for Socks to go, I sent his purple basket along with him to remind him of home. I was so happy he was going to have his own home where he would be the center of attention and cared for, but I knew I would miss him a lot. It was rough at first and Socks cried because he missed his mommy, but he adjusted and began enjoying his new surroundings and making new friends. Wade kept me updated with stories about how Socks settled in, growing into a very outgoing cat who liked to play with visitors. He continued to love his purple basket and liked tipping it over so he could “hide� underneath it and grab things through the holes. One day I went to visit and was so happy to find that Wade had replaced Socks’s little basket with an identical but much larger laundry basket. Socks loves it! He is so handsome now, all grown up and looking a lot like his mama.

I'm also very happy to report that Itsy and Bitsy have found a forever home together! I miss them like crazy. As for Sylvie, I couldn’t give her up. She is now my beautiful, long-haired, semiferal-but-slowly-learning-not-to-bite black beauty. I think she’s very happy.
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Ziggy [5]
Gribb0 says: This is my lovely Bengal boy Ziggy. He is a real bundle of fun and always into mischief. His favourite pastime is chasing my moggies, Gertie and Spike. When he first arrived he growled like a wild cat at them but they have now realised that he is a softy and it was all show. When he isn't bouncing off the walls, Ziggy likes to curl up in his bed for a snooze.
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Halia [5]
jahat says: The word Halia is Malay for "ginger." Halia came from a litter of three part-American Curl and part-Bengal kittens. Her brothers had curled ears and I expected hers to grow into the same stylish curl... and I'm STILL waiting! No matter, she is full of personality, sweet, smart, mischievous, and very much loved. Her best friend and comrade is Phoebe, the Lhasa Apso who lives next door and is annoyed with both humans and dogs.
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Winny [5]
Janey and Jake say: Winny currently has a little bit of a cold and likes to jump up onto our bed while we're sound asleep, sneeze all over our faces, and then jump right back down (usually using our stomachs as a sort of spring mechanism, like a trampoline). Winny is taking a lot of interest in our toilet lately and tries her best to sneak a peek, however she's a little bit too short and can only manage to put her front paws on the seat. For a little kitty she's pretty daring and once tried to beat up my sister's bulldog, Auggy. He came over to sniff her and she punched him in the face and spit on him like some bully in a leather jacket with combed-back, oily hair. We often see many similarities between her and the Fonz. Winny really likes to eat her food and often times eats one piece at a time for over ten minutes. She's not fond of treats however, and simply sniffs them then runs over to a toy. On the rare occasion Winny gets tired she likes to lie on her back with her legs out or curl up into your neck. This only lasts for a few minutes though, because she's fond of adventures and often finds the excitement of a new one irresistible.

The Kitten Krew says: A tip of the hat and a paw bump to Cute Overload for introducing us to Winny


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Luey [5]
Carl says: The children brought back a kitten from Grandpa Keith's farm. They call him Luey (as in Huey, Dewie and Luey). Luey runs around batting his paws at Pedro, the old hound dog, which makes Pedro jump and go running. We also have a old barn kitty who has much disdain for this bunch of fluff with too much energy.
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Nina [5]
Gigi says: We live in Brazil, in a warm city in the Northeast called Sao Luis. Nina and her brother Guti were born to father Gui, my "king," and mother Meg, a very sweet Persian cat, the best cat-mom that I ever saw in all my life. Nina is lovely and so sweet with everyone! She loves to play in my garden between colorful tropical flowers and trees. She goes wherever I go and stays with me all the time when I'm in home. She's my close friend... :-)
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Oreo's Kittens [5]
Ord says: Oreo was a stray, sick cat that my stepson found, and after a few visits to the vet she was returned to good health. We were surprised to find out a few months later that she was pregnant. She had her litter of four kittens in my office, and she let me get photos of them every day as they were growing.

Charlay (white with grey spots) was the first to go to a friend of ours who had recently lost an older cat. We saw her few months ago. She is living happily there with two other cats. The two tabby marked ones went off to separate homes. The female was named Grace and the male was called Hobbs. After a time, Grace's owner moved away and couldn't keep her, and so she went to live with Hobbs. The two of them are doing well together. Grace did come to visit us for a few days, and we were surprised to see that at eight months old she was bigger than her mother! The grey one went to a friend of my stepson's cousin, but we haven't heard about her recently. We hope she is doing well.

Oreo is doing well with us and has become much more affectionate as she gets older. She was spayed shortly after she had her kittens, but there are a couple of cats that still come to visit from time to time and we suspect one of them is the father of her litter.


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