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| Name: |
Catrina, Miss Tash
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Age: |
Eight, Two years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Cat
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| Home: |
El Cajon, California, USA
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These two lovely ladies are Catrina (on the Left) and Miss Tash. Catrina
was an only cat for the first six years of her life, until we got Miss
Tash to keep her company. Miss Tash was a six month old kitten when we
adopted her from a rescue group, who had found her starved and homeless
in the mountain town of Julian, CA. Tash had been a feral kitten long
enough that she had learned to be wary of people, and she has never
gotten over being spooky. She is almost completely silent, reserving her
rare tiny peeping noises (not even close to meows) for talking to her
human Dad. She loves her human Dad very, very much, but still thinks
that her human Mom is scary (although not nearly so scary as she used to
be.)
Catrina had lived exclusively with people for so long before Tash
arrived that she really seemed to think that she was a person. When
Tash moved in with her they seemed to have difficulty communicating with
each other, as though Catrina wasn't fluent in cat body language.
Catrina is an outgoing cat, and loves to have people around. When we
have visitors, Catrina loves being the center of attention while our
other two cats hide under the bed. Catrina was indignant about sharing
her home with the youngers cats, at first. But it is obvious, as time
goes on, that Tash is growing on her. We have a third cat, Jebeker, who
is the youngest and wildest of the three, and Catrina much prefers the
quiet company of Tash to the other young invader. They will all indulge
in games that involve the three of them charging around the house at
full throttle at five in the morning, but when it comes time to settle down
for a nap, it is only Miss Tash that Catrina will allow to snuggle up to
her. They'll even wash each other's faces, although Catrina "grumbles"
the whole time.
Of all three of our cats, Catrina plays the most unusual game. Her favorite
toys are two oven mitts, and she carries them around the house in the
middle of the night, yowling like a banshee the whole time. She will
pick one up and carry it - while yowling with her mouth full of mitt -
into the bedroom where she deposits it in the middle of the floor.
Then, after a long break, she'll go get the other mitt and bring it
(yowling mournfully all the while) to the same spot as the first. Then
the game appears to be over until the next night when she moves them to
the middle of the floor in a different room. Life is never boring with
these special kitties around.
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