response 1 of 71:

Jul 26 21:26 UTC 1998

I'll start.  I have a cat named Mojo, the original owner named him after
Mojo Nixon.  I kind of inhereted Mojo after the previous owners' fiance
turned out to be allergic to cats.  (Later reports indicate he might have
been better off with the cat, but I digress.)

Actually, it was fortunate for Mojo that I got him when I did, the
previous owner had never had a cat before and would have come home to a
dead cat in another week.  I, on the other hand, have had cats around for
my entire life as I remember it, and I knew that there was something
bothering Mojo the first night I had him home.

$1200 in urinary tract surgery later (keep in mind that this was all in
one month) and with some special food I can only get at the vet, I have a
farily ordinary black and brown with beige highlights cat, and I'm not the
least resentful of the cost to fix him up.

In all respects, he's a typical cat.  Things get knocked over, hairballs
turn up in inconvenient places, I trip over him occasionally (seen from
human altitudes, he blends in with the brown floor quite well under
marginal lighting conditions.)  He also greets me at the door when I come
home, if I sit down anywhere for more than a few minutes I get a furry
discus in my lap.  He sleeps on my feet at night, and he makes a great
backup alarm system when the alarm clock fails to go off.  "Breakfast
time!"  He chases things, real and imagined.  He prowls to all the windows
to see the world outside.  Small bits of paper are not safe around the
house.  Anyone who's had cats around for any length of time knows about
this and much more.  And yes, I'm one of those who arranges for
cat-sitters when I'm away because I don't want to leave him with the vet.

I love my cat, and wouldn't trade him for anything.

response 3 of 71:

Jul 27 02:56 UTC 1998

My baby cat Harley (I usually call him Harlis) is my buddy. Got him from the
humane society last February. He is konked out on catnip at the moment. I'll
interview him later.

response 5 of 71:

Jul 27 16:29 UTC 1998

This is now linked to pets, item 24.

I currently live with one roommate, and three Gods (just ask the
feline deities and they'll explain it to you.). the head Cat is
Bernadette, my roomie's. Pidge, as she is otherwise known, is an
all white, tailed manx with green/yellow eyes.  She is the queen of
all she purveys and has recently claimed ownership of the catnip
scratching post (more like a cardboard thing you put on the floor),
normally a gentle cat if either of the other two get near it she
smacks them but good!  Second (or third, the positions change by
the minute) is Sasha, my baby. :)  Sashi, as she is otherwise 
known, is grey, and evil.  All grey cats are evil, just know and
accept this. ;)  She loves to attack things that aren't there,
and is fascinated by the shower and will attempt to climb in with
me.  One day she actually managed to get in with me and was most
upset to discover that there was water coming down.  Anyways,
she is the happy, bouncy, fun fun fun fun tigger kitten.  She'll
probably calm down in a few weeks, after she hits one year.
And last, but certainly not least, is the only boy, Willoughby.
Woobie, as he is otherwise known, is big and black.  He is the
tallest of the three, and the most neurotic.  He can not deal
with closed cupboards.  He HAS to open the doors, he doesn't
enter the cupboards, but the doors have to be open.  He is also
slightly bullemic (seemingly) he eats his food too fast and
then gets sick, poor thing.  Of all of them, Woobie is tallest,
and skiniest, Sasha is middle height and weight but she's the only
long hair in the group with the POOFiest damn tail, and Pidge is the
shortest and the fluffiest (as fluffy as a short hair can be).

All right, I'm done blabbing now. ;)

response 7 of 71:

Jul 27 20:29 UTC 1998

Sometimes that type of training is good.  Sasha knows that when my
alarm clock goes off I eventually get up, and I feed her after I
getup.  If I try to sleep in too late she wakes me up by purring and
doing a complete circuit of my body licking whatever flesh is exposed,
especially my face or hands.  Wakes me up, lemme tell ya, and saved
me from being late several times.  But if the alarm clock doesn't
go off in the first place she leaves me alone until I get up on my own.

response 9 of 71:

Jul 28 00:38 UTC 1998

I got Mittens at a party. I stole her from the woman who'd gotten her about
an hour before at the Farmer's Market. Shameless use of puppy dog eyes. :-)
She's a grey/silver/black tabby, with a white splotch on her nose and down
her throat, and four white paws. Hence the name. OF course, I am allergic
to cats, but she's adapted well to taking showers with me once a week. 
She doesn't seem to like jumping up on things, and she tends to keep 
herself to herself, but I love her anyway.

response 11 of 71:

Jul 28 18:46 UTC 1998

I got Cat #1 about 8 years ago from the Humane Society, and she's
a very sweet-natured cat with excellent house manners.  She's
pretty happy by nature, and loves to sleep in my lap, or at the
foot of my bed.

Things have gotten interesting, though.  Cat #2 arrived from the
Humane Society 1 week ago today.  She's a playful little cat
with lots of personality.  I'm going through the gradual stages
of introducing her to Cat #1.  So far, I haven't let them meet
face to face.  Sometimes an established female won't accept a
newcomer who is also female, so I'm giving Cat #1 plenty of
time to adjust to the idea of Cat #2.  

Stay tuned.

response 13 of 71:

Jul 29 00:42 UTC 1998

mooncat, woobie might have a hairball......

response 15 of 71:

Jul 29 12:41 UTC 1998

Iggy- he's managed to.. expel a hairball or two, but this is somewhat
an ongoing problem with him.  The two females get a bowl full of
food and they eat just as much as they want and then leave. Woobs
would sit there and eat the whole bowl, and then get sick.  So he
gets little portions several times a day, which for him works a lot
better.

response 17 of 71:

Aug 1 03:21 UTC 1998

Harlis is eating more than usual. He eats lowfat Hill's Science Diet. If his
bowl gets empty he cries and looks at me all upset like "Why are you starving
me?". It breaks my heart. I fill his bowl every morning, and he sticks his head
in the bowl AS I fill it, so he gets little pellets on his head but he doesn't
care. 

response 19 of 71:

Aug 3 03:45 UTC 1998

Yeah! Harlis is 14 lbs (he is 4 years old). He gained 5 lbs in the year I got
him, but he was sooo thin when I saw him at the shelter. He has lost a pound
since he got the lowfat food. Vet wants him to lose about 2 more. He has no
other kitty roommates to eat his food. Usually a cup of food in the morning was
enough all day. Now he eats every last bit.  The bowl will be empty by 6 pm, so
I put about a 1/2 cup in the bowl to hold him until tomorrow morning. He STILL
cries.

response 21 of 71:

Aug 3 17:05 UTC 1998

Mojo is suppossed to be lighter than he is, but as his tactics for food
involve nibbling on reachable body parts if I try to ignore him, the vet
is going to be permanently disappointed.

response 23 of 71:

Aug 4 03:15 UTC 1998

Were she human, people would be jealous.