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I have a three year old cat named Nalla. She has got to be one of the most beautiful cats I have ever seen. She is silver and has long hair. For some reason I have called her “Goose Goose” ever since I got her so she responds to that most.

I have raised her from a kitten and ever since then she has been a talker or meower. She now knows how to open doors from the bottom. This is of course if they aren’t latched completely, but the?? are times where she pretends like she can’t get out because she is being lazy.

I would have to say having a cat that can open a door to let herself out is a major bonus. I only hope that if I get another cat some day I can teach it also to open doors.

The other really great thing is that she has pretty much trained herself to go to the bathroom outside. I have a pet door in my house that she at first really didn’t like using but now she seems to be getting used to it. She will no longer use the cat box that I still leave out for her just in case which is absolutely wonderful!

I recommend any kind of cat classes that could provide this kind of behavior. She is like my best friend and has always been there for me when even family could not.

I only wish that cats would live longer even though they seem to be living up to 20 years in good cases. I hate to think about not having her and love to think about her being able to experience my life with me!

My cat is so cute! He just turned 12, and I’ve had him since he was five weeks old. He was a wild cat that we tamed. He is the biggest baby ever!

Every morning when the alarm goes off, he puts his paws over his eyes, and shakes his head rapidly, as to say not yet, make it stop! This morning he was especially cute.

I had set multiple alarms, and as the second one was going off, he got up from snuggling me, walked over to the alarm and laid on it to protect me from it. He was so super cute!!

My little one’s name is Taz, named for the Tazmanian Devil depicted in the Looney Tunes cartoons. When he was a kitten, he was crazy! He was new to being indoors, and he bounced all over the house.

But he soon learned what a bed is for and it’s been difficult ever since to pry him from it. Taz is a great cat, he greets me at the door when I come home, (when he’s not sleeping in my bed of course), snuggles me all night, and brings me lots of little presents that he thinks I would love to eat.

You would think after twelve years of living together he’d learn that I do not like to eat lizards! Oh well :-)

My cat is called Lucy. She was originally owned by a neighbor but didn’t like living with the other two cats in that house so eventually moved in here. The original owner was happy to let her go because she used to cause havoc because of not getting along with the other two cats, this included diving at glass doors to try and scare them away!

Lucy has a nervous, but in the main, friendly personality, although she scratches now and again if she doesn’t get her way! She also gives a ‘friendly’ bite if you pick her up and hold on to her for too long.

Lucy follows the same routine every day, sleeping on the arm of the settee on mornings and on my bed on evenings. She whinges if the bed isn’t made properly with a cover on it for her to lie on, she likes to watch out of the window when in the bedroom.

Also she marches up and down on mats clicking her claws in them, sometimes for about ten minutes. Lucy used to catch the odd small bird when she was younger, eating them as quick as possible before anyone could stop her, but now she is getting on so just chases the birds away instead.

Lucy cat has long hair so needs brushing a lot but hates it and runs away when she gets sight of a brush. Lucy doesn’t allow any of the other cats in the neighborhood to come near the house without chasing them away, widening her body and running at them to make her look a lot bigger than she is, she is a lot smaller than them really!

All in all a very loving cat, if a bit unfriendly at times. She gets treated like a God, just like the Egyptians used to treat their cats!

I have a black female Manx cat – the ones without tails – and she is known as a Rumpy which means she has no tail at all; not even a stump. She is most definitely MY cat, as she does not enjoy being with either of my teenage children. She is very feisty and independent.

Prior to getting this cat, Midnight, I had a very large Siamese/Himalayan mix named Charlie Chan. He disappeared in the early weeks of December. I spent several weeks roaming the neighborhood and nearby wooded areas looking for him and calling him, but never found him.

After Christmas that year, I decided he was either sick and went off somewhere to die, or someone had taken him. That’s when I decided to stop crying about him and get myself a new cat. I went to the local SPCA and was really looking for a Maine Coon, since I had always wanted one of that breed.

Most of them, however, noted that they were not good with other pets and we had another cat and two dogs in the home. Then I came upon this female Manx named Happy. She came with toys, a litter box and accessories and had lived with a family that couldn’t keep her. The information was silent as to why they couldn’t keep her, however. She seemed to like me and I decided to take a chance.

I renamed her Midnight because I didn’t care for the name Happy. I should have named her Puma or Wildcat – she instantly became “Top Cat” in our house. She ignored the dogs and terrorized the other cat, but decided she loved me and would sit in my lap every time I was at my desk in my home office.

She curled up beside my head when I slept and came when I called, something no other cat had ever done! She hisses at my children and even gnaws on me and scratches me when she gets tired of being petted, but I love her and she loves me. I’ve had her for several years now, and she never fails to cuddle up to me and purr whenever I need her.

She loves to attack the sheets when I make my bed or change the linens and will hid under the sheets while I try to make the bed. She drinks out of the faucet while I put on my makeup and wakes me up at times by licking my face or hands while I sleep. She is truly a character, even if my kids call her the Devil Cat and swear she is possessed by demons! My Midnight is a crazy girl, but she’s full of personality.

When I was seven years old, I was obsessed with the idea of having an orange kitten. I drew them, read about them, and talked about them. They were my idea of “cute”, and I wanted orange kitten badly.

In December of 1999, my mother and I went to the local animal shelter, hoping to find the “purrfect” orange kitten I so desperately wanted. The shelter associates lead us through the cat area, pointing out the many felines seeking homes.

Although I had eyes for the flea-ridden orange kitten in the back, my mother had different ideas. “Who’s this cutie?” She asked. I rolled my eyes at the fat adult cat meowing at us from behind the cage bars.

“Oh, this is Jack.. He’s been here for almost six months. He’s scheduled to be euthanized soon.”. The associate added the last part a bit quieter to just my mother. I stared distastefully at the cat. He was fat, older than the kitten I wanted, and noisy. “I don’t want him!”

But my mother would have none of that. It was this cat or no cat. Five minutes later we found ourselves in the front office, filling out paperwork to take our new kitty home. “Would you like to hold him?” Asked the associate. “Fine.” As the woman lead my mother and I back to the cat area, I distinctly remember telling my mom that, if we got this cat I would “throw him out the window”.

The woman opened Jack’s cage, and put him in my arms. That’s when I decided that I needed to keep him. His pudge flopped about as he meowed and playfully squirmed in my arms. “I want him!” Jack was put to sleep on July 23rd, 2008. He was about 16 years old, and lead a great life. He was my best friend when I moved to a new school in 2000, and my confidante as a grew. He will be forever missed.

Right now, there are five cats living at my house. Clover was my first cat. A woman was advertising through email that her cat had kittens, and she needed to find good homes for them. As I’d wanted a cat for years, I emailed the woman back. She responded with a picture of the gray tiger kitten, as I’d requested, and also in the picture was the kitten’s charcoal gray brother. I immediately fell in love.

My boyfriend and I went to this woman’s house several days later and came home with both cats. The boy, I immediately named Flannel. He’s soft, fat, lazy and likes to “talk”- he’s constantly meowing at me.

The timid gray tiger took a few days to name. She was terrified of everything at first, but within a week, she was purring as she approached me. I named her Clover.

Reba came to us from my now mother-in-law. Her second cat didn’t take to Reba at all, and so we took Reba in on a trial basis. She and Flannel took to each other right away. Reba is the bitey one. She likes attention, but only on her terms. One more pet than she’s looking for and CHOMP! She’ll bite down hard.

For the time being, I have two foster cats for the all-cats shelter at which I volunteer. I got these two tuxedo cats at 3 weeks of age. They were so tiny, their itty bitty paws were smaller than a postage stamp! Indy was the adventurous one. As soon as we got home, he was into everything, playing with my son’s toys, chomping on the stand to my keyboard and generally causing a ruckus.

The other kitten was terrified and still a little bit feral, it took a bit longer to draw that one out of its shell. We thought it was a girl at first and named her Violet, because she was so shy. But after about a week it became apparent that Violet was a little boy! Oops! Violet was renamed Piglet.

Indy is a nurser- he likes to sit on my shoulder and nurse on my earlobe, of all places. He’s very, very fluffy- I think he’s actually 90% fur. Piglet is as skinny as a cat can be, and very laid back and relaxed. He has the tiniest squeak of a meow, even though they’re 14 weeks now. They’ll be ready to be adopted soon.

I’m really going to miss these guys, but I know I’ve spoiled them rotten and gotten them ready for all the love they’ll be sure to find at their forever home.

I have a beautiful black and white tiger cat named Tiger Lilly. I arrived at that name because of the fact she is a tiger cat of course.

My husband surprised me one day with her as my gift. I was in the kitchen and a little surprise kitten walked in where I was. She has the most beautiful big round green eyes and that’s all I noticed at first. She is my companion, friend and sweetie pie. She is four years old now and I have only heard her meow maybe 5 times ever.

Those were times that she found herself in the closet with the door closed by mistake. One time I heard her meow when she had a hair ball too. She is very shy when someone comes to my house. She runs and hides and no one can find her.

She has a hiding place that I have not even found yet. When she feels brave enough she will peek and sneak her way to the company so they can see her. When she is sure they aren’t going to eat her she comes clear out and says hello.

The cat loves her ears scratched and her back and face around her whiskers. She really doesn’t like anyone to rub her stomach that much. She does not like me to sleep in because she knows that I am going to feed her and give her fresh water the minute I get to the kitchen.

If I am not up when she thinks I should be she will keep touching me with her paw on my face till I wake up. If she is having trouble getting me to move she will get on my dresser and push things off of it. Sometimes she just sits on me too. She is my best little buddy and I am so happy she is mine.

My cat’s name is Boo, and he’s a Bombay (all black fur!). Initially my parents wanted to name him “Spooky”, but he slept with me the first night we got him, and after looking at him, I decided he was a “Boo” instead.

We got him from the animal shelter, and we chose him because he was quiet and adorable. He was sitting in the back of the cage while some other kittens were going crazy in the front.

He’s very, very social and talkative. Unlike most cats, he doesn’t dart under furniture or hide when people other than my family come over to the house. He’s kind of a scaredy cat, but very sweet and curious.

He’s got beautiful green eyes! An unusual quirk is that he likes to play with potatoes. My mom keeps a few on the bottom shelf of the pantry, and he always manages to dig some out and bat them around the kitchen floor.

He’s also a fan of TV. Whenever my mom and dad sit down to watch whatever shows they’ve recorded for the week, Boo parks himself right in front and sits on our Persian rug to enjoy himself.

I have many cats, both barn cats and house cats, most of which would be considered senior citizens. There is also a feral cat that comes to our barn to have her kittens, we always have cat food available in the barn.

This summer the feral mom left her kittens in the barn as usual. Of course they wouldn’t come near me, except one who acted as if he had known me all his life. Every time I would enter the barn to feed the horses and the cats, he would come running. He would let me pick him up. The other kittens would scatter.

After a couple of weeks of this, I decided that this kitty didn’t want to be a barn cat, so I scooped him up and introduced him to life as a house cat. It’s been a long time since I had one on one time with a kitten. I am enjoying him immensely.

He plays with my feet when I go to bed. He’s going to catch them, boy oh boy. He’s got them. I kept saying that he would rock and roll on my feet, so now his name is Rocco. He’s a little beige tabby with very light green eyes and BIG ears.

Usually when I wake up in the morning, he’s stretched out beside me on his back with his front legs over his head. He’s so relaxed. Then of course he’s off and running again. This little guy picked me knowing he would have a very different life than his siblings and he’s taking advantage of every minute of it.

He’s a little guy with a huge purr motor and I’m sure he’s going to grow up to be Mr. Personality.

Oh yes! I love cats. Infract I am an animal lover. We all are in our family. One day I saw a cat sleeping on the window sill behind our cooler. It was very warm outside. I did not want to shoo her off. I told every body at home not to switch on the cooler, lest she get scared.

My helper informed me next day that the cat is wounded. So offered her food and patted her. And I was relieved when she accepted me. I took her to a veterinary friend, who declared that her wounded leg needs to be imputed or she will die. After some deliberation I gave my consent.

In the following days as she recouped her energy, she became very friendly and considered it her home. Now there was a problem. We had a pet dog . Now it was not possible to let them both stay in the house.

So Maani The cat had to stay out in the garden. She was very demanding. She would appear on the window sill as soon as i would enter the kitchen. And we would chat-she in her cat language and me in my human language. There was perfect communication. And she was very naughty too.

She would meow loudly to Snoopy the dog, making him bark like mad.And sometime she would sneak inside the house and sit on the rocking chair. One day she disappeared. She never returned. I would mis our chatting sessions. And Snoopy to missed her. Once I just said Maani loudly, and snoopy ran out in the garden and went to each tree and window sill, where she used to sit. God Bless them Both.