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| Name: |
Treacle
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Age: |
Fourteen years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Domestic Short Hair
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| Home: |
Harker Heights, Texas, USA |
My
name is Treacle. I am fourteen years old and a lady of leisure and
contentment... but certainly not spoiled... I just get what I want when
I want it and I am totally adept at making clear what I want.
I was a six-month-old foundling at the shelter when our dad selected me
- he has never figured out that actually I selected him those many
years ago. He introduced me into a home of delicious and healthful food,
countless nap spots, endless ear rubs, and one sister (Piaf) and two
brothers (Bannock and Kismet) - I love them all but our two-year-old
foundling brother, Kismet, naughtily likes to occasionally pester me --
I tolerate him up to my limit and then put him in his place!
I nearly had a terrible end a couple of years ago -- our house was being
renovated and the workmen opened the wrong door and I fled in panic. I
was lost outside for nearly four months -- but not one day went by that
our dad did not walk the neighborhood looking for me. Then one day,
about two miles from our house, he saw some movement in an open field
and slowly approached me -- I knew his voice and did not run. Oh, Happy
Day! I was taken home a scrawny little girl half my usual weight to a
tear-filled reunion, but I have recovered both my weight and my happy
home. No more interest in that big place out there for me! As you can
see, I am snug in my own world never again to roam! Well, nap time. Bye.
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