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| Name: |
Holly
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Age: |
Eleven years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
American Shorthair
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| Home: |
Pugetopolis, Washington, USA
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In
1989, and all summer and fall little baby kitties kept finding their
way into my life. I already had two cats, with no desire for more, and
passed each visitor along to another good home. But I made the comment
to a friend that if one more kitten showed up at my door, I'd have to
consider it a message that I was meant for another cat. Christmas Eve,
came a knock on my door. Opened it, and there stood my friend, with a
tiny bundle of yellow fur in her arms, saying, "Hi, I have a
message for you"!!
She and her boyfriend had been out in the woods, easily ten miles from
the nearest civilization, looking for a Christmas Tree, when out of the
woods limped this little yellow kitten. We never found out where she
came from, or what had happened to her. By the time my vet had returned
from his Christmas holidays, her lame leg had healed, and she was an
established member of the family. She had some curious habits from the
beginning... the first time she heard me with a newspaper, she dashed
across the room and onto my lap, to settle in while I read. To this day,
"newspaper time" means Holly on my lap. I would never dream of
taking the paper to work to read at lunchtime, depriving her of her
"treat." Holly is a "kneader..." whenever she's
happy, she goes to town with those little paws, doing what I call
"The Pussy Cat Stomp." Twist ties are her favorite toy... she
can hear one being twisted from three rooms away, and comes running to
it tossed so she can chase it. She took over the "foils" game
from her oldest sister, and just the sound of a piece of foil being
wadded means "Game time!!!" Holly didn't fare too well with
her two older sisters... neither of them was happy to have another cat
in the house, and Holly's enthusiasm for having playmates was dampened
considerably. She did learn to stand her ground and not tolerate being
picked on, and got very good at inventing games to play by herself. But
her favorite times are snuggled up with her Mama. She has a lovely, soft
cat, so she's sure to get petted! Holly Lorayne is my Sweet Baby Girl
(even at 11!), and I can't imagine reading a newspaper without her first
stomping my lap into submission!
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