NessieBird
Boogedy...Boogedy....BOO!
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- Feb 19, 2010
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As for my kittie-bittens...............................................................................
I can't show them to you. (Where is the indignant, pursed-lip emoticon??) What's the point of a phone having a USB cable if I cannot hack into my phone from my computer? Until I get Mikey's assistance, I will give a brief rundown:
Minette

Minnie is my roommate. She's 12, French, and headstrong. And completely, jaw-droppingly, stop-in-your-tracks gorgeous. Well, that's what she tells me and, though I might be biased, I believe her. She loves belly rubs and her food and demands a refill if a tiny bit of bowl can be seen. She also babysits my other kitties.
Growler and Wheezie

Of these two was born my description of "failed foster." They were super sickly when I took them in at the beginning of last year. They also wanted little to do with people. But through lots of snugs and cream cheese, they are now my buddies. They are tiny because they were so malnourished as babies. Now Growlie is super-sweet, if a bit wobbly, and enjoys head-butts. I enjoy giving him big hugs. Wheezie likes attention on her own terms. And when it's her terms, she likes purring and very forceful head-butts. She's also classically lovely.
Marcel

Mr. Marcel also helped me become a failed foster. He started off purr-hissing and now all he does is follow me around and purr. He's a year younger than the babies, but twice their size. He's also an attention hog. I can't call another cat because he comes running. So I need to gesture wildly and silently to get the others' attention. He was named after Marcel Marceau because as a baby I'd hold him on his back and he'd knead into the air, like a mime.
Twinnie

Twinnie lives in my basement and wasn't so sure about me in the beginning. I took her in from outside and she quickly became plump and healthy-looking. She now talks to me all the time and also tries to kill me by weaving in and out of my legs so I can't even walk to the washing machine.[/QUOTE]
I can't show them to you. (Where is the indignant, pursed-lip emoticon??) What's the point of a phone having a USB cable if I cannot hack into my phone from my computer? Until I get Mikey's assistance, I will give a brief rundown:
Minette

Minnie is my roommate. She's 12, French, and headstrong. And completely, jaw-droppingly, stop-in-your-tracks gorgeous. Well, that's what she tells me and, though I might be biased, I believe her. She loves belly rubs and her food and demands a refill if a tiny bit of bowl can be seen. She also babysits my other kitties.
Growler and Wheezie


Of these two was born my description of "failed foster." They were super sickly when I took them in at the beginning of last year. They also wanted little to do with people. But through lots of snugs and cream cheese, they are now my buddies. They are tiny because they were so malnourished as babies. Now Growlie is super-sweet, if a bit wobbly, and enjoys head-butts. I enjoy giving him big hugs. Wheezie likes attention on her own terms. And when it's her terms, she likes purring and very forceful head-butts. She's also classically lovely.
Marcel

Mr. Marcel also helped me become a failed foster. He started off purr-hissing and now all he does is follow me around and purr. He's a year younger than the babies, but twice their size. He's also an attention hog. I can't call another cat because he comes running. So I need to gesture wildly and silently to get the others' attention. He was named after Marcel Marceau because as a baby I'd hold him on his back and he'd knead into the air, like a mime.
Twinnie

Twinnie lives in my basement and wasn't so sure about me in the beginning. I took her in from outside and she quickly became plump and healthy-looking. She now talks to me all the time and also tries to kill me by weaving in and out of my legs so I can't even walk to the washing machine.[/QUOTE]