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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Nov 2, 2008 15:38:13 GMT -5
Name: Lavender MistPaw Gender: Female Date of Birth: 10/9/2007 Height: 15 inches Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Non-Spayed
Coat Color: White Coat Pattern: Calico Eye Color: Blue Fur Length: Short Appearance Extra: None
History: Lavender was born in October on the 9th. She was a very cute, and angel-behaved cat. She was living the good life on a ranch, laying around all day catching barn rats, eating the best cat food that money could buy, and drinking pure spring water, then curling up in her owner's lap or by the fire, just when her two-leggeds stated having very, very, VERY bad financial problems. They had to get rid of their horses, chickens, dairy cows, bulls, and the pasture. (She was happy about them selling the dogs, too.) They sold the barn, and Lavender was a house cat. She didn't like the house as much as the barn, but at least there was a fireplace and a extremely soft kitty bed. All of the cats got their own personal cat beds. She kept the mice out of the house, but the selling of animals and property wasn't enough. they sold their nice house, and moved to a cheepo apartment in the city. The apartment was OK (even though it was a little stinky and dirty ), but it still just wasn't quite enough. Finally, the two-leggeds decided that their cats should live a better life, and they put them in a sturdy basket on the street, to live the lives of strays. Of course, the cats didn't think that it was a better life, but they would end up on the curb eventually if they stayed at their old home. Lavender Mistfur's brothers and sisters took off to someplace else to find some shelter or a barn they could stay in and be owned in, but Lavender stayed in the basket and only left every once in a while to find the essentials that she needs to survive these horrible times she has on the streets of town such as food, water, and sometimes she would invite a cat to cuddle up with. Lavender wants her old family back, but everybody tells her that she can't turn back because her owners don't want her. But that doesn't stop Lavender Mistfur from believing that her owners will one day come back for her, and then they would live happily ever after. All she wants is her family back, and that is that for her, and that will be what she will think for ever and ever and ever and ever, all the way untill she dies! (402 words! Yay!)
Personality: Lavender is an adventurous, loving, and caring pretty kitty cat. She is also a generous, she loves kittens, wants to be mother of many offspring because of her love of kittens, has a get-up-and-go attitude, is bored pretty easily, is quite impatient, and wishes to raise a large family with the tom cat of her dreams kind of very pretty kitty calico cat.. She dislikes fighting even though she will fight if she has to. Lavender Mistfur thinks that all spiecies of animals and humans should live in peace and harmony, and avoid conflict by whatever means nesicary. Lavender Mistfur also dislikes rude and mean cats, two-leggeds that neglect animals, the woods (the woods are dark and scary to her), darkness (it is also scary and unexpected things can happen in the dark), evil (it is mostly what causes conflict between things and one another), loud blaring noises that are unexpected (if it was peaceful and quiet, and then a radio on maximum volume that is playing hard rock, I'm pretty sure that you would be irritated, too), unbearable smells (stinky! ), electric outlets (they cause fires and kill people and objects in fire's way), getting her tail stepped on or accidentally slammed in a door (when she was a kitten, her tail endured some of these horrible things), and bullies. Especially bullies. They are so mean and mean, and especialy MEAN!!! When she was a kitten, there was this large tom cat kitten and he bullied her more than anyone else, the poor girl. Other than her various dislikes, she is very nice and helpful. She hates fortune tellers, too, because the financial bad things happened after a fortune tellers predicted it. She will hiss, raise her fur, and scratch or even bite a fortune teller. So, fortune tellers, BEWARE OF THE KITTY!!! (304 words now! YAY!)
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