FLUFFER Fluffer is a very special cat who hates to be held but loves to snuggle down beside his owner and be petted in bed despite that he snores loudly. He used to sleep on his owners bed exclusively but now prefers a quiet basket in the closet. Fluffer has never had a full-grown mew for such a (formerly) hulking moggy. His cry is more like a rusty hinge or a little "eh!" Fluffer loved to watch the world go by at a window and (when he still was active) loved to jump on top of a large revolving CD cabinet to roost. He was always baffled when his owner made it go 'round and round.' Fluffer used follow his owner everywhere, including the bathroom. His owner would be sitting there amused while Fluffer wove in and out between her legs. His favourite food is the brand Fancy Feast though sadly, and just lately Fluffer's been off his food. His owner has just recently discovered that this darling boy has cancer but regardless of this sadness, Fluffer is exceptionally well cared for and at this stage, remains able to run the household to his liking. His favourite toy is an old sock of his owners that is stuffed with catnip which he carries everywhere. Regardless of where his illness takes him, his sweet soul will remain forever within his cherished owner's heart. OZZIE The pedigree Sphynx Ozzie believes he's royalty and demands that all who live with him show the appropriate deference. Even though his fellow household Sphynx cats outweigh him, he will stubbornly push and shove until he has possession of the warmest spots. If that doesn't work, he will hiss and spit until everyone else moves away in disgust at his spoiled behaviour. He fantasizes about being an only cat and spends his days plotting the demise of every other cat in the household. In the mornings, this lord of the manor will delicately place a foot in his owners eye socket before testing his balance and will then sit on his owners head, yowling for his breakfast. He's annoyed that his owner has yet to provide him with his own manservant. His preferred place to vomit (because sometimes a cat just has to hurl) is on something expensive or electronic. If it can be both, he feels he's accomplished his mission for the day and will happily settle on a heating pad for a nice long nap. JASMINE Meet Jasmine. Miss Purrsonality! You'll find Jasmine aloof or playful and devoted but only on her own terms. Very attached to her owner, who raised her from a kitten, Jasmine can be a little timid with strangers but loves her owner to distraction. When her owner goes out, Jasmine will sit at the front window until her owner arrives home, then run to the front door waiting to shower her owner with fervent affection. Jasmine likes to wander around the house meowing with a ball in her mouth indicating that she wants to play. She likes to be 'put to bed' in the bathroom but won't go to bed and refuses to sleep unless she has a treat. Treat wise, Jasmine loves dried whitebait. Like all cats, Jasmine does however have a few culinary quirks. She refuses to drink milk and won't take cream. She loves roast lamb but won't touch roast chicken or beef. Naturally, Jasmine treats everyone else like her slave. YACKO Yacko is the Jim Morrison of cats. In appearance, he is cream all over with rich orange puddle patches across his back, on his head and ears and down his tail. His always perfectly-groomed fur looks like a white cat walked under a pot of pumpkin soup just as it fell. He is quite vain. He has been known to model in front of mirrors, windows, water puddles, even reflections in other cats eyes. If he could write poetry, it would be long, confusing, full of kitty angst and modeled after a famous French existentialist. He is a 'Tortured Kitty.' Once prescribed cat prozac for his unendurable grief after losing his twin sister to a nasty hit and run driver (who will surely come back to be chewed up fish bait in their next life) he feels death deeply, and also food shortages. He is profoundly adoring. Yacko can randomly stare into his female or male owners eyes with gushing emotive love for hours on end. Yacko, is aptly named and is often meowing everyone within hearing distance into suicidal rages. In fact chances are, he is doing that right now. LIZA This darling cat is named Liza, but most of the people who know and love her, call her Stinky. She was given this moniker because she can sometimes have a stinky attitude. She is quite demanding when she feels she's being neglected and has little regard for what her human may be doing when she feels the need to be petted, fed, let outside or any other want or desire. She absolutely adores sleeping humans and will curl up happily on an available chest, side, back or leg. She also has a fondness for dipping her tail into the bath water of her human and shaking it out in their face. She then proceeds to knock over anything in the floor as she chases her wet tail around the house. Stinky prefers to sleep with her humans and she demands that they hold her feet and tail as she curls around the hand holding them. If the human falls asleep, she will awaken the them with a gentle nudge or a slight flexing of the claw to let them know that they have relaxed their grip. She also knows when her human is sad and needs comfort and knows when to be quiet and listen. She sits for hours on end and will occasionally condescend to warm her human's feet - but rarely. In spite of these things (or more likely because of them) she is a treasured member of this AW members family. XANTHOS This beautiful eleven year old cat is called Xanthos. Every cat owner will recognise his expression... it says, quite plainly, "My food dish is empty. You just going to sit there? Or are you going to do something about that?" Xanthos is a rescue kitty. His owner got him from the local Animal Rescue League. While visiting, Xanthos reached out from his cage out and snagged his potential owners son's shirt as they walked by. It was taken as a sign. Xanthos is strictly an indoors cat. He loves to climb up on the lap of anyone visiting and purr and shed fur. He will also try to steal any food you are eating. Up until several months ago Xanthos ate only dry cat food which is owner thought he had always preferred. However, Xanthos proves he can be quite contradictory. One day as a treat, his owner decided to serve him with canned cat food... now Xanthos refuses to touch the dry cat food. One night, a few years ago, his owner was awakened by a deafening crash from the kitchen. Upon investigating, Xanthos's owner discovered his normally well behaved cat had broken into a rigid plastic box and was busily chowing down on sugary donuts with every evidence of delight. Even at his age, Xanthos is still very active, and likes to indulge in the midnight crazies. He is also a good weather predictor. If he sneezes, his owner knows to expect rain within 12 hours. Xanthos's person is the kindest and most faithful of cat owners. JAIYA Jaiya is a sleek, green eyed, belligerent, demanding, loud-mouthed, bossy teenage thug. His adoring owner ('Jai's just an ole soppy really') is the only person who has successfully been able to cuddle him for more than five minutes. With everyone else, Jaiya is all teeth, talons and attitude. His vet believes he was a velociraptor in a previous life. He was named after Sanath Jaiyasuriya, a famous Sri Lankan sportsman. Little Jai loves being outside and his favourite things are, killing butterflies, attacking spiders, shredding toilet paper, sucking up to his owner for tummy rubs and... water. Like all pedigree Orientals, Jaiya is utterly fascinated by water and he will periodically turn on facets and plug sinks just to see what happens. He loves to paddle, he loves to swim, but hates to take a bath. He fastidiously washes his paws in a water bowl before eating. His favourite toy is the bathroom sink plug. He dislikes Chinese opera and will howl like a banshee and cover his ears when he hears it. Jaiya suffers from 'separation anxiety' and will howl loudly and piteously if he wakes and finds his owner is not in the same room. Jaiya brings his owner several gifts a day - half dead moths, food from his own bowl, the bathroom plug. He has tried a number of times to bring his owner a gift of the 'water' he loves so much but as yet Jaiya hasn't quite figured out how to. He is extremely jealous of any other person (or cat) paying attention to his proud owner. To his owner, he is merely a larger version of the sweet little loveable kitten he once was. To everyone else he is a demon seed of inventive malignancy. MORRIS This lovely cat is Morris. He isn’t named for the famous spokes cat. Sometimes when he is just staring off into space, this handsome cat will look rather grim and tough, kind of like James Cagney or a young Jackie Cooper. He is a real lover boy and will sit on people just for the contact. He likes to hang over people’s shoulders and one of his favourite eccentricities is to hang upside down. He also likes to sleep in odd positions, like with his back feet over his head and his front feet stretched down toward his tail. Morris aspires to be a rock star. He loves to sing; when he is in a good mood, he will walk around saying "mrrp, mrrp" to himself. If he wants to get through a closed door, he will sing "prrrr-OW, prr-OW." Morris also likes percussion. He thumps loudly when going up and down the stairs, just because he can and during the summer he loves to hop on the plastic tarp that roofed the tomatoes because of the noise it makes. Morris has a tendency to look serious even when he doesn't mean it. Unlike most cats, Morris doesn't mind getting wet, mostly because he likes to be dried off. Morris likes the rain. He'll come in from the garden, make sure his owner notices he's wet and expects his owner to dry him off, and then he'll go right back outside to do it again. SINAN Rashid el din 'Sinan.' This black assassin is named for the leader of the Syrian Ismaili Shiite Muslim wing of the Hashshashin sect, an important figure in the history of the Crusades; d. 1193. A pedigree Bombay, Sinan displays a sweet and gentle nature to the world and most of the time successfully hides his true nature, which is devious and cheeky. Always in the kitchen when the fridge door is opened, Sinan loves his food and would beat off a Rottweiler if it meant getting the best morsel. He dreams of one day, finding an entire wildebeest in his food bowl. He steals food from the plates of the unwary and loves tripping up his owner on the stairs in the dark. An extremely clever (and calculating) cat, Sinan likes to play fetch and catch but stealing cash from wallets is what gives him the most joy. His owner believes he's saving up for a night covert operation against the nasty yappy little dogs next door. Assassins do their best work at night, after all. Sinan will only ever drink water straight from a tap, turning the faucet on and off by himself. He likes to make international phone calls by pressing the speed dial and he enjoys turning on the TV at full volume at 4am. He unplugs computers or chews the cables when he feels he's not getting enough attention. Sinan was found dumped in a box on the side of the road at two weeks of age. He was starving, dehydrated, desperately ill and looked for all the world like a skinny hairless bat. Loved beyond belief, every aspect of Sinan's behaviour, good and bad is indulged as, after such an inauspicious introduction to life and before he was six months old, Sinan required four operations just to keep him alive. PRISS Priss is a pretty six year old marmalade tabby with white paws and a white bib. It's hard to imagine why anyone would abandon this gentle creature but she came to her owner as a starving stray, politely asking for a morsel of the chicken her 'potential' owner was grilling on the fire escape. Despite trying to find another home for her, being somewhat indifferent to cats and living in an apartment, Priss's new owner took her in and now Priss shares her life with a generous person who she completely charmed. Her owner describes Priss as 'my forever friend.' She's sweet, shy, quiet, immaculate, and dignified, even when at play. Her nicknames are Princess Peachie, Prissypuss, Miss Marmalade and Madame Milkies. Her favourite toy is a tiny white fur mouse which her owner secretly replaces with an identical one when it gets too ragged from Priss's loving administrations. Priss also has infinite fun with a cat toy that has a big hollow plastic ring with holes in the top and a ball inside. She insists that one day she'll get the ball out. Her favourite treat is a dainty bite-sized piece of chicken which of course, is what started it all. PUNTA This blue eyed beauty no longer graces the world of the living but her owner holds dear and precious memories of her. Her name was Punta. Punta means 'point' and this cat was given the name due to her tail which from the back, looked like an arrow when straight up in the air. Punta's owner described her as a 'thieving old sod' with a tendency to scratch and bite the unwary. One of her former owners more cherish recollections is how Punta used to steal food. Along with the family dog Mota, Punta's confederate in crime, the pedigree Punta would swipe a tidbit and push her prize onto the floor where Mota would grab it and run, with Punta close oh her heels. Outside and in the shade of the peach tree, they would share their prize. The favourite treat to steal were sausages and Punta simply loved them! At the mere scent of sausage, Punta would turn from the crabby witch she was into an adorable kitten, purring and meowing while rubbing up against her owners ankles. If Punta was ignored and her owner didn't share, her owner would immediately find her toes bitten. Punta's favourite spot to snooze was at the top of the peach tree. From here she could supervise the entire garden and keep and eye on her home. Her favourite toy was a Barbie doll that she once stole from her owner. She would drag Barbie by the hair and leave her under her beloved peach tree until she was in the mood to play again and pounced on the Barbie doll if her owner came to close to retrieve it. For all her idiosyncrasies Punta is sadly missed but remains in spirit each time her owner cooks sausage. MACHIAVELLI Machiavelli is the 'senior kitty' at home and knows it. He's the boss. He knows he 'owns' his human and will always find a way to enter any room where his owner is ensconced. The clever Machiavelli can open doors and loves to visit his number one fan when she sits at her computer. This docile cat does over 40 tricks, but naturally refuses to perform in front of visitors. Machiavelli may be sweet natured and doesn't mind being carried around, but will fight like a raging tiger when it comes to being put into the cat carrier. He loves the comfort of sitting quietly and watching TV with his human and indulges the kitten within himself by playing with his toys and always acting cute when he wants something. Machiavelli dislikes his persons husband and detests beef or any beef flavoured cat product. He loathes catnip and especially hates being disturbed while in his 'special area.' OBI-WAN Obi-Wan Kenobi is gem! Just look at that sweet face and cute ears. Obi-Wan is a pedigree American Curl. His esteemed owner indulges his playfulness and doesn't even mind when Obi-Wan steals her undergarments from the laundry. Obi-Wan likes to think he's helping and grabs at laundry when his owner is trying to fold garments and put them away. His owner describes him as the 'households ambulatory eating machine' yet in defiance of this, the pedigree Obi-Wan is quite lean despite his vast appetite. He has a fast working metabolism obviously needing all that energy for his climbing exploits, jumping from table to the top of the fridge and back with boundless energy and all evidence of pure fun. 'I eat, therefore I am' is his favourite maxim. His owner says she has never met a vacuum cleaner that disguises itself so much as a cat as this one! He loves exploring the household trash and plastic bags. Obi-Wan has the run of the household and doesn't mind meeting houseguests, though it's best if during their visit, they make an effort to feed him. Otherwise their presence is rather pointless, wouldn't you say? DEACON Deacon is a four year old Blue pedigree Sphynx and such an exhibitionist that he has decided to write his own biography in part and we will indulge him... "I am more intelligent than anyone else around here, but they're too dumb to know it. My priorities are a full food bowl and a warm backside. My human is here for my own comfort. So you had a bad day? So what! (Oh, I'm very sincere, which is why you can't tell I'm exceptionally low on empathy but high on brains). I love anyone who will cater like a peasant to my needs." For his owner, it was love at first sight. Deacon is more reserved than his fellow household Sphynxes, but he's terribly curious. When a newcomer is in the house, he sits in corners looking disdainful but after 5 minutes he's there, scoping the visitor out. He spends most of his time living under his owners white down bed comforter and is probably curled up there in his favourite position right now, face down, paws straight out in front of him and sleeping. Two years ago he returned home after a stroll covered in blood. The vet could never decide whether it was an owl or perhaps a mountain lion that tried to attack him but brave feisty Deacon fought back and fought hard. His claws were broken down to the nub. He had giant gash wounds down his right side from whatever it was that had tried to eat him. His intestinal organs were punctured and for several days it was touch and go with Deacon, but the vet pulled him through. Now he carries striking scars the length of his right side. Deacon knows he's a 'Great Warrior' and expects deference and honour for his exploits. CONNY Conny is a big cat and definitely in charge of his household! Make no mistake here, Conny loves his food. He loves his food so much that once, a few years ago, his furry cuddly bulk got him stuck as he tried to get through his cat flap door to go outside. Conny will always find the most comfy place to sleep... when he's being anti-social he likes to sleep in the dark basement; when he wants warmth you'll find him sleeping in the sun on the balcony. His favourite place to sleep is definitely his owners bed or the sofa if his owner is watching television. He can be cuddly, but only up to a certain point and one of his favourite amusements is to closely inspect any visitor who is wary of cats. Regardless, he can be very friendly and loves to be the center of attention. When his owner has guests, Conny assumes his natural spot in the middle of the floor, spreads out and everyone is required to step around him. One of his choice past-times is hunting toes and only the unwary go barefoot when Conny's on the prowl for mischief. Conny dislikes being groomed and having his claws inspected... in fact, don't even think about it unless you are wearing thick leather gloves! The same goes for petting his belly. When he is in a mood to be touched his attitude suggests... "I'm such a cute kitty, purrrrr, purrrrr, cute cute, purrrr, purrrr, I BITE!" His owner caters to most of his whims, fancies and quirks especially when it comes to his owners shower. Conny likes to drink water from the shower and what he enjoys the most is the morning race with his owner to see who will get to the water first. GHOST Ghost is a 16 year old pedigree Manx. He is fondest of roast turkey (white meat, please), rare grilled steak and canned tuna but he will lower himself to eat regular cat food when pressed. Ghost has turned into a terrible beggar in his great old age and even has his own seat at the table - a barstool with it's legs cut short. He sits there and very properly eats out of his plate, part of the family. A real fighter in his prime, he fiercely protected his territory. All the large neighbourhood dogs were scared of him and they'd all had their blood drawn by his claws. Once, when he was particularly annoyed Ghost even leapt on one's back and rode him out of the yard. Nowadays Ghost is satisfied to mark the perimeter of the closed in yard and to attack any passing stray cats through the glass doors. His owner comments that 'vet bills are less expensive this way.' He gets along well with the other four cats in the household but they also know he's the boss. Ghost is not terribly fond of new people either. He sizes up a new human visitor immediately and will attack them if they don't suit his exacting standards. His owner warns people not to mess with him unless Ghost approaches them in a friendly manner. Sadly and to their regret, people do not always listen. He doesn't like little children at all. A cat with an exceptional memory, Ghost remembers which folks he doesn't like, even if he rarely sees them. He can be playful at times, though these days he'd just as soon curl up with the catnip for a long snooze by a heat vent. LYNX Lynx is a lovely sociable cat. Look at those lovely expressive eyes! He is the type of cat that, if his owner does not greet him when she come into the apartment, he will not leave her alone. He MUST be acknowledged. Lynx is exceptionally good with children, but will always tell them when he has had enough. He has highly silken fur and surprised his owner recently by actually allowing her great nieces and nephews to brush him without complaint! Lynx is a massive cat and is almost three feet from head to tail bone. He weights in at a whopping 30 pounds! He loves his dollop of yogurt with his food in the morning and night, loves his treats... and can tell the difference between organic and non organic cat nip. He adores his owner and likes to sleep with his head resting under her chin at night. Lynx has a cough which the vet suggests is asthma. To combat this, Lynx's owner rubs his chest with the high quality non intrusive essential oil of peppermint and wafts eucalyptus oil under his highly sensitive nose several times a day. Needless to say, his breathing is improving and he just adores all the attention. RANDOM Random Numbers is a black Angora alpha male, who, despite his ability to make great leaps in excess of six feet, has never forgiven a cruel and capricious god for neglecting to give him wings. Abandoned in a cardboard box on a city street corner, he was taken home by a couple who discovered that the tiny bundle of fur, claws and fangs had the unnerving habit of diving head first into plates of broccoli. Two weeks later, during a party of more than 20 guests, he selected one particular couple as his own, communicating his decision by alternately climbing up her leg and sitting on her husband's feet while he stood in the kitchen talking. He was taken to his new home that very night, where he immediately began to teach his adopted parents the virtue of constant vigilance by curling up on their shoulders while they slept and swatting their eyelashes. Now in his fifteenth year and beset with diabetes, Random fills his days puttering from the couch to his food dish to his "deck" (a warm, flat radiator by the livingroom window), with side trips to the litter box. Though contented with life, during moments of insecurity he still has a tendency to plant himself on the nearest foot. TABITHA Tabitha is a smarty cat who knows that she is the cutest cat in the universe. Besides being very smart, she knows just how to get her owner's attention. One of her favourite past-times is building forts! Now that's smart! She is also very cuddley... a regular mush. She has many nicknames and each sort of bears witness to a part of her personality. Her number one nickname is the Tasmanian Devil Cat. This is not the noisy little critters that live in Tasmania, but rather the cartoon counterpart... the whirling devil that always arrives and departs in a tornado. She was just as lively when she was a little kitten and though she has calmed down a lot since then, the nickname stuck. She is very protective and territorial and loves her quiet moments, that is until another cat looks in the window. Then all of a sudden, her owner will hear a loud- banging with hissing and spitting thrown in for good measure. Although she was raised with another cat, her cat buddy has since died and Tabitha does not want another cat near. One of her favorite things to do is to jump up and sit or lie on her owners back. She had been doing this since she has been a kitten, though her owner can’t let her do it as often now that she is fully grown. Basically, if Tabitha's owner picks her up, or if she has to bend down to pick something off the floor, fifty percent of the time she'll get a surprise with a hefty but soft and cuddlesome cat landing squarely on her back. MILO Meet Milo the comedian! Milo is 6 months old and came to live with his owners family after he and his mother were abandoned when their previous owners move out and left them alone in an empty house. When Milo 1st came to be with his new owner, he was afarid of everything and hid most of the time. He soon came to feel more at home, and his new family came to came to love this 'fat' comfortable little creature. Milo loves playing with his cat nip toy and is extreemly alert. Like all cats Milo is deeply distracted by anything that moves with his owner claiming he has Attention Defecit Disorder. Milo likes to play scratch and fight with his owner, as all kittens do but thinks it's unfair when his owner wears any garment with sleeves. On naked flesh, little Milo is always the winner. He believes his human is strange; his human believes him very smart. Milo will always (or nearly always) answer to his own name and come running. When he wishes to go outside, he will scratch at the door... and will also scratch to be let back in. Milo enjoys picking on his older feline "sibling" Ramayanna, loving to sneak up on her in an effort to play but sadly, Ramayanna has little tollerence for the sweet playful boy and will simply hiss at him. Undetered, Milo will always make his owner laugh by crawling into weird places and playing with all the little things he can find. Return to the 'The Cat Match Game' This page was produced with the invaluable assistance of Jia Li Shen Chi and is dedicated to her with grateful thanks.

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