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| Name: |
Figaro
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Age: |
One year old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Breed: |
Cat
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| Home: |
Bethlehem Township, Pennsylvania, USA
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This
is Figaro, my pet cat. I got her for my birthday a year ago
(April 8th.) She is no particular breed of cats; kind of like a
"mutt" if she were a dog. When we first got her, she was
supposed to be a he. By the time "he" was old enough for us
to find out "he" was a "she," Figaro had already
gotten accustomed to her name (not that she ever comes to you when
you call her.) Right now, she is a little over a year old ( in the
picture she was eight months old.) She is one of the loudest and most
playful cats I have ever seen. Sometimes she meows, but usually she
squeaks and peeps.
When Figaro spots a bird in our yard, her mouth starts to chatter,
and she makes strange squeaks. Some favorite games she has are
"find all the styrofoam packaging chips by stealing them from
boxes in the basement and shoving them under closet doors, and then
bellowing at the top of your lungs until someone comes by and opens
the door for you to shove it back under," and "wake
everyone up at two o'clock in the morning by licking and biting their
nose." She also takes great pleasure in chewing, eating, ripping
up, and disposing her waste in the house plants.
Another one of her favorite games is what I simply call
"Printer." As soon as you turn it on, and it beeps and
buzzes, Figaro, no matter where she is in the house, will zoom across
the house, onto the printer, and literally jump in it. By sticking
one of her little paws into the printer where the paper gets rolled
in, she takes great satisfaction in ruining my important research
papers and homework. As much of a pest she can be, Figaro has the
most loving personality ever. She's not one of those lap cats who
sits there and lets you stroke them for hours and hours without
getting bored-oh no. She will come to you when she feels like it,
stay as long as she feels like it, and leave when she feels like it.
Plus, it doesn't matter what time it is at night or early morning, or
what you're doing. Right now, as I am typing this, she is crawling
all over me and onto the computer extremely overly protective of me
(she'll do anything to scare away my friends so that she could have
me all for herself) and knows exactly where her property starts and
ends. Any other cats who dare to cross her property are doomed to
face their death. Well, actually, not really. But she will puff up to
3x her size and hiss like there's no tomorrow!
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