This is more for our slaves and peons. But perhaps some of us were born into the wrong breed. Curious to know? Take the test
here.
I had Bevie take the test. Turns out Bevie is a
Snowshoe.
The Snowshoe is gregarious and talkative. She is always ready for fun and will regularly try to instigate a game. While her strong intellect leads her to try new things, it also causes her to become easily bored when a task is mastered. Variety is truly the spice of life for this kitty! Affectionate with others, eager to interact, the Snowshoe is always the �belle of the ball�. 
Not sure if I prefer Bevie as white or buff orange. It's the mask that does it, though. Rooowwwwl.
Music to Make the Cats go Wild
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.
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The Snowshoe is gregarious and talkative. She is always ready for fun and will regularly try to instigate a game. While her strong intellect leads her to try new things, it also causes her to become easily bored when a task is mastered. Variety is truly the spice of life for this kitty! Affectionate with others, eager to interact, the Snowshoe is always the �belle of the ball�. 
9 comments:
I'm not letting my slave do silly tests when she should be making me dinner.
Anyway, she came out as a Persian and I'm sure she's nothing so aristocratic.
You really shouldn't be putting ideas in their heads! They're here to serve us, end of story.
I can't argue the point, Rufus.
By the way, there's a rumor you have a queen living at your house. What's the story on her?
My cat's name is Mikey and he has me do his typing for him. He's a gray gentleman with yellow eyes and weighs 22 pounds and isn't fat.
I took the test and I'm apparently a Norwegian Forest Cat.
Hi, Mikey! Great to have you.
Gray, huh? Bevie wanted me to be gray. (Whenever I remember that I punch him in the mouth. Excuse me....)
Back again.
You sound cool, dude. But then, aren't all of us cats cool? And none of us are fat. We just like to fill up our space.
You are now a member of the Alley Cat Walk.
I came out Norwegian Forest. Aliera snickered and said I was more of a Sonoran Desert Cat.
That makes two Norwegian Forest Cat wannabes (Mikey's property, writtenwyrdd, is one, too.)
"Norwegian Forest Cats are an intelligent, robust and playful breed. They like the outdoors, are well suited to cold conditions and are great hunters. Despite their great affection for the outdoors, they also enjoy the company of humans and other pets and will sometimes go looking for company if left alone by their owners. They are not easily stressed and are quite patient, which makes them great for a family with children. They appreciate high vantage points and enjoy climbing trees, or, if they are indoor cats, climbing on appliances, bookshelves and other elevated surfaces in the home. Norwegian Forest Cats are very good family pets and do not need too much maintenance, only a brush at least once a week."
Got that from Wikipedia. Low maintenance, huh? Hmph. You're lucky. I've got Bevie. They don't come any higher maintenance than Bevie.
I'm a Snowshoe also - what a lovely kitty.
My husband has cut me off at 5 cats, so I can't rush out and adopt a Snowshoe!
Ah! Another Snowshoe. To be honest, I had never heard of them before taking the test. I prefer the white with black accents.
"I can't rush out and adopt a Snowshoe!"
That's what I wanted to do when I saw how pretty they are. I'm not sure Firestar would appreciate it, though.
I came up as Persian. Uh, not on your life. And I'm sure Fred would disagree as well. Excuse me. I have to go brush him now.
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