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| I
am a: |
female
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| Looking for a: |
anybody
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| Interested In: |
Friendship, Play, Serious
Relationship, Ownership
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| Age: |
11 months
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| Location: |
Brooklyn, NY
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| Country: |
United States
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| Area Code: |
718
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| Occupation: |
Freeloader
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| Education: |
The Mean Streets
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| Ethnicity: |
Shorthair
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| Religion: |
Co-dependence
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| Star Sign: |
Capricorn, or maybe Aquarius,
actually
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| Relationship
Status: |
Single
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| Have Children: |
Yes, but they're long gone
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| Want Children: |
Spayed
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| Height: |
12"
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| Weight: |
8 lbs
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| Hair: |
Charcoal/White
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| Eye
Color: |
Yellow/Green
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| Cigarettes |
Never
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| Booze: |
Never
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| Drugs: |
Only Catnip
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| Self-love: |
Spayed
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| Self-deprecation: |
Never!
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| Age
Between: |
8-88
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| Within: |
100000 miles
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| Education: |
no preference
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| Religion: |
no preference
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| Ethnicity: |
no preference
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| Star
Sign: |
no preference
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| Have
Children: |
no preference
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| Want
Children: |
no preference
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| Height: |
no preference
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| Weight: |
no preference
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| Hair: |
no preference
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| Eye
Color: |
no preference
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| Cigarettes: |
Always OK
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| Booze: |
Always OK
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| Drugs: |
Always OK
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| Self-love |
Always OK
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| Self-deprecation: |
Always OK
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| Being
paraded in front of the reluctant adoption crowd like
a piece of meat. Mmmmm ... meat. |
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| I'm
more into the "on-fence sex scene." Or, I was. |
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| I
think I look like Winona right when the security guard
grabbed her. |
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| With
my face firmly planted in a bowl of 'Elegant Entree.' |
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| I
once shredded my owner's copy of Boston's first album,
and that felt pretty good. |
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| Four
walls and a roof over my head, baby. |
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my
food is sexy;
your food appears to be sexier |
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| Some
loser human who foolishly opened a window for me some
months ago. Sucker. |
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| Life is short; the
human who dies with the most cats wins! Plus ... I can
talk and I will pay your rent if you ask me just right.
I swear. I have other amazing, unsubstantiated talents
as well. |
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| I
don't know it yet, but the clock is ticking on my current
digs and my foster owner is getting desperate to find
me a permanent home. How desperate? Just look at this
ridiculous profile. But ideally, I'd like to find somebody
who will take care of me in the manner to which I've become
accustomed, and knows how to handle this decidedly hyperactive
not-quite-adult cat. Plus somebody who enjoys the melifluous
sound of my voice. |
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