"Milkshake has told me the story - but I don't remember much of anything before my eyes opened. I do know that I had a cat mommy who abandoned me and my siblings."
Adopted - May 2001
Named after - Daddoo wanted ice cream that night.
Litters - two
Inner human being - Einstein
Found - Outside Bancroft on the Winthrop campus
Captures - Yes, but mommy wasn't too pleased that I brought her a live snake.
Kills - Yes.
Scared of - Ceiling fans and thunder.
Bad habits - Licking people's mouths.
Favorite activities - sleeping, eating, and bathing
Favorite drink - drops of water off a car's exhaust pipe.
Favorite indoor place - Guest bed
favorite outside place - in the woods across the street
Favorite Movie - "I prefer books."
Currently Reading - Why Cats Paint: A Theory of Feline Aesthetics - by Heather Busch and Burton Silver
Favorite Food - soft food - I have bad teeth.
Favorite toy - Q-tips and my tail.
Favorite Song - Currently reflecting on the life of Luciano Pavaroti
new! Favorite
YouTube video -
Nora
the Piano Playing Cat
Miss Malt's favorite links
Cats in Art - from ancient to 20th Century www.delmars.com/kitcats/catsart.htm
Milkshake says my cat mommy got scared when housekeepers were cleaning out a building at Winthrop where Mr. and Mrs. L work. This was the building she lived under with my cat aunt. So they left us next to where the people walk and Mr. L found us and took us to Mrs. L.
I remember Mrs. L (Mommy) holding me and feeding me with a bottle when I was tiny. I also remember Mrs. L giving me baths with washcloths. We lived a big box for a long time next to Mommy's side of the bed. Mommy would feed us in the morning, at lunch, after work, after dinner, and at midnight. She was such a good mommy that I never missed having a cat mommy, until I had my own kittens...
Milkshake and I had our first litters two weeks apart. Milkshake is long and lanky and I am short and stocky. When we had kittens, Milkshake ran out of milk so I helped feed her kittens. Spot was her kitten but because I fed her a lot Spot thinks that I am her cat mommy. This makes Milkshake mad and she chases Spot sometimes.
When we moved to Cottage Larsen, I had only lived in the duplex which was very small. Cottage Larsen is so much bigger!
At first, Cottage Larsen was very scary and the first day we were there I hid under the couch cushion and wouldn't come out for hours! The scariest thing of all are the big brown birds on the ceiling in the living room and dining room. Sometimes they move in circles and I know they are waiting to swoop down and take me away. So when I am in those rooms I usually hide in a safe place under a table or pillow; or in a closet.
I like going down to explore the basement - my favorite place to investigate is under the stairs in the laundry room. The yard at Cottage Larsen is three times bigger than where we used to live. And there are mice, and moles, and birds, and snakes to play with and torment.
Cat Burglar
Mommy tells the story best - When Miss. Malt was a kitten and we lived on Alexander Road she
liked to play with Q-tips. I thought it was cute that Lars kept giving
Miss. Malt Q-tips. The Q-tips were everywhere - in the hallway, on the
couch, under the bed, in the kitchen, in Lars' shoes
(Malt and Milkshake used to hide their
treasures from each other in Lars' shoes).
One day Lars and I were in the living room when we heard the bathroom
cabinet door close. We looked at each other. We were alarmed
because we knew we were the only people in the house. Was there a
burglar in the house? Cautiously we walked down the long hallway
and peeked around the corner into the bathroom. Standing in front of
the cabinet was Miss. Malt.
We watched as she lifted up a paw, stuck out her claws, and
pulled open the cabinet
door. Then Miss. Malt reached her paw way back
into the cabinet and pulled her paw back out with a Q-tip attached to one of
her claws. The cabinet door closed when she pulled her paw out of the
cabinet. Miss. Malt dropped the Q-tip on the floor and proceeded to
open the cabinet door again to get another Q-tip.
"So that's where she's been getting all the Q-tips!" Lars said.
"I thought you were giving her the Q-tips!" I said to Lars.
"I thought you were giving them to her!" Lars said.
Soon afterwards, for her birthday, Miss. Malt received her very own
box of Q-tips.
