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| Name: |
Maggie
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Age: |
Five months old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Domestic Shorthair
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| Home: |
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
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Don't let those big, innocent kitten eyes fool you. Maggie is a real
little terror. I don't like her at all. I really don't understand why my
mommy and daddy brought her home. Everything was purr-fect until she
came along.
That's what Maggie's big sister, Spike, says. Spike is an elderly lady -
14-1/2 years old, and as the only cat in the household for many years,
she ruled the roost. Spike definitely did not appreciate a new kitten
coming into "her" house and upsetting her comfortable routine.
We adopted Maggie in October 2001. A friend at work told me about a
litter of kittens that had been abandoned in cottage country. With
winter fast approaching, they were trying desperately to find homes for
all the kittens. I have to admit that I was reluctant at first. After
agreeing to adopt one of the kittens, I almost changed my mind. I was
worried about Spike and her reaction. Thankfully, my friend talked me
out of my "wet feet", and thankfully, while there has been a huge amount
of growling, hissing and other carryings on, I think that Spike's life
is more interesting now. She is certainly livelier than she used to be.
Maggie is the smartest cat I've ever had (sorry, Spike). Despite the
fact that she lived outdoors in an old barn, she has never had an
accident in the house. She loves her toy mice. We play catch every
evening. I throw the mouse across the room; she runs to catch it; she
carries it back to me in her mouth; and drops it at my feet; and I throw
it again. Maggie has trained me very well. The game continues for at
least a half hour or more. When she catches the mouse and then lies down
on it, I know that she's had enough.
She's also very affectionate, and follows me around all over the house.
When I have my bath before bedtime, she curls up on the bath mat and
waits for me to finish. Maggie will soon be spayed and micro-chipped.
She and her sister are not allowed outside. It's too dangerous in the
city. But Maggie likes to sit on the window ledge in the dining room and
watch the squirrels at the bird feeders. She makes whirring noise in her
throat and chatters at them safe from her perch at the window. We are so
glad that we adopted Maggie (even if Spike won't admit it).
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