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| Name: |
Wee-Wee
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Age: |
Eleven years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Norwegian Forest Cat
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| Home: |
Ontario, Canada
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You
might think Wee-Wee is a funny name, but it seems to be the only name
I respond to ever since I was a kitten. It was given to me as a joke, but
I wanted it as my official name.
My family calls me beautiful, and I know it! When they take out a camera,
I will always be ready with a pose. I will stay still till I hear a
shutter sound. I don't particularly have one master, as I have the entire
household under my spell. One I use for grooming, and another for loving.
One I go to for endless treats and others for massages. I tend to receive
treats from every one, but they don't have to know that!
When guests come over, I am always curious. Those who fear my size and
want to lock me in a room, I seek revenge by finding their jacket and
rubbing my fur and scent all over it.
I love my water! I can stare at it for a long time till I make sure it's
crystal clear and clean. When my masters eat, I love to join them. They
sometimes tease me with my weakness- cat grass. They run around the house
with the pot in their hand, and I play along and run after them because in
the end, I'll know they'll give me it with plenty of kisses.
I do not enjoy loud sounds, or arguing. If I hear two people argue, I will
walk into a room quickly yet quietly, slap (not using nails of course) or
bite both people arguing then strut away. It always works, the argument or
loud conversation stops.
If you want me to come to you, hold out a comb and I come running. When
you comb my head, I tilt back because I enjoy it so much. But if I sense
that you are sick, sad or lonely, I will come to you and cuddle with you
all night till I know you are feeling better. I will offer you my cheek,
tilt slightly till you give me kisses, and then rub my head on your cheek
for comfort. I love family, I love a happy home. Life is too short to be
dwelling in sadness.
I am not much for cat toys, but I am a fan of the game fetch. Throw a
candy or a straw, I hop up to catch it with my mouth. When you tell me I
love you, I will always say it back with a few squints from my eyes.
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