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| Name: |
Ragamuffin
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Age: |
Six years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Domestic Long Hair
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| Home: |
Corpus Christi, Texas, USA
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I'm
Ragamuffin. When my owner found me I was screaming at the top of my
lungs up on top of a spare tire under an oversized SUV. I was taken to the
vet for a flea dip as initially I was more fleas than fur. My owner knew
early on I was mischievous child as I tended to tip over my cat carrier
when I was left in it overnight while I was being litter trained. I'm
still an evil child, and have grown to a whopping twenty pounds - dad says
something about me making up for my traumatic kittenhood. I live with two
other indoor cats and one outdoor cat that I fight with through the screen
door. Life is so much better than when I was first rescued. Despite being
a bully at times to the other cats, I'm the biggest fraidy-cat out there,
and run and hide if anyone new comes into the house. If it's an adult I
will eventually come out, but if it's kids, I only come out at night to
eat and use the box.
As cute as he is, Rags is a frustrating twenty-pound package of fur. Cuddling
up to you to be petted one minute, biting the hand you're petting him with
the next. And he can be the most clumsy cat I've ever seen. The other cats
in the house will hop up on the bed wit out you even feeling them, Rags is
always there with a huge thump. Nothing svelte or cat-like. He's always
the playful one, and whatever it is, if it crackles like a rolled up paper
ball, he's jumping at it. I call him the spawn of Satan, my problem child.
He is my little brat, I do love him despite it all.
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