Bushie
*May 1999
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Bushie...sweet, witchy, loving, biting, cuddly, moody Bushie. A walking contradiction; one minute she is all over you wanting to snuggle, the next she turns on her charm and complains, scratches, and bites you. We have to live with the knowledge that we will just never get it right with this little fluffy creature.

Bushie has the bushiest tail I have ever seen in a cat (thus her name). Underneath all that fur though she is nothing but skin and bones, and a very determined will. When Bushie was young she never seemed to need any sleep; she was up day and night, so un-cat-like, like she was on a sugar or caffeine high all the time, running around, climbing, chasing, exploring.

We knew she had a strong will because she literally forced her way into our house. At just about five months old, she came to the kitchen door, and as soon as the screen door opened, she stuck her little head in and there was no two ways about it; she was here to stay. We could not have kicked her out again if we had wanted to (which, of course, we didn't). This needed to be her home-end of story. Bushie is a beautiful little cat, all girl, all witchy, all the time. She gets away with it because she has such a pretty little face and gorgeous golden eyes big as plates. What's not to love about her?

  

  

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