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Hi, I'z Cody, and I'z a furry hansum (or so my winkwink Ripley tells me!) gray boy kat who'z been fixed even tho I wuzn't broke. My favorite ings are following meowmie all over the house, laying sprawled out on her desk while she'z trying to work on the computer, and getting gray fur all over her mouse pad. She likes that, and calls me wunnerful names like "**kat!" I also like sitting on the fax machine and fighting the papermonsters, MEOWCHAT, Auntie Kate's nip, looking out the window at burdz and d*gs and squirrels, meowing wif my frenz in rec.pets.cats.community, and smurgling wif meowmie at night. Life iz furry good. I also wud like to say, "Happy
birthday" to my Ripley. Here'z the Rosemary writes: Cody chose me over all the other humans at the shelter that day. I'd gone there looking specifically for a female kitten. There were several (this was over Memorial Day weekend in 1994, prime "kitten" time), but none whose faces really grabbed me and made me feel "this is the one." I looked at all of them, and held several, but nothing clicked. I was so disappointed! I really wanted a kitten to hold and love. Then, as I was just about to leave the "cat room," I saw this little ball of gray fur lodged up against the back of a cage near the door. He was the sole occupant of the cage, even though the papers on the door suggested he'd recently been one of four to occupy that space. The papers said he was the last of a litter that had been there for about 6 weeks, and suggested he was 8 weeks old. The only other things in the cage were a litter pan, food and water dishes, and a small hard rubber ball liberally pierced with tiny teeth marks. I looked at the little ball of sleeping fur. I'd never had a male cat before, and worried that a male wouldn't be as affectionate as a female. And, he was sleeping while all the other kittens in the room were awake and talking to all the people who were looking at them. Perhaps this kitten was sick? I stood there for a minute or two, then went over and talked to the volunteer on duty. No, he definitely wasn't sick, she said; he was just exhausted from playing too hard. He'd been batting that ball around his cage all morning, she said. She herself had male cats and they were very affectionate and loving. Then she asked: would you like to hold him? Fateful decision. Yes, I would like to hold him. She went over and opened the cage, reached in, and pulled him out. He made little squealing noises and yawned as she handed him to me. I cradled him and petted his head, and his eyes met mine. He immediately started to purr, and of course, that was it for me. I completed the adoption papers, took him home and told him his name was Dakota, which was quickly shortened to Cody. He is very much "my" cat. Although he tolerates others, the only person he seeks out is me. He follows me around the house, and you can be sure that whatever room I'm in, Cody is there.
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prezzent I picked out fur her. It'z the only fing dat comes close to
showing all the fings I'd like to gif her! Here'z my story frum my
hoomin's point of view.
