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	<title>Comments on: The Cat of Destiny</title>
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	<description>understand their nature</description>
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		<title>By: Lisa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 12:24:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My last two cats definitely chose me.  They were both shelther cats.  Stevie (the gamma), sat at the door of her cage and just stared hypnotically at me until I got the message.  A few weeks later, I went back to get her &quot;a kitten of her own,&quot; and I could hear Bo hollering his head off before I even got to the kitten room.  Although I looked at a few other kittens, he kept it up until I finally realized (stupid human) what he was trying to tell me.  Funny thing is, Stevie never made a sound in the shelter, but once I got her home, she hardly ever shut up, and Bo, after his performance at the shelter, hardly ever said another word.

I tend to favor tabbies, though.  Bo was the first non-tabby I ever had.  He was a tuxie.  Stevie is still with us.  The other day, we were looking at some old video of Bo, and Stevie happened to be sitting on my lap at the time.  She hardly ever notices what&#039;s on TV or on the computer screen, but she was riveted to that image of Bo.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My last two cats definitely chose me.  They were both shelther cats.  Stevie (the gamma), sat at the door of her cage and just stared hypnotically at me until I got the message.  A few weeks later, I went back to get her &#8220;a kitten of her own,&#8221; and I could hear Bo hollering his head off before I even got to the kitten room.  Although I looked at a few other kittens, he kept it up until I finally realized (stupid human) what he was trying to tell me.  Funny thing is, Stevie never made a sound in the shelter, but once I got her home, she hardly ever shut up, and Bo, after his performance at the shelter, hardly ever said another word.</p>
<p>I tend to favor tabbies, though.  Bo was the first non-tabby I ever had.  He was a tuxie.  Stevie is still with us.  The other day, we were looking at some old video of Bo, and Stevie happened to be sitting on my lap at the time.  She hardly ever notices what&#8217;s on TV or on the computer screen, but she was riveted to that image of Bo.</p>
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		<title>By: WereBear</title>
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		<dc:creator>WereBear</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 22:40:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s so adorable! It&#039;s hard to say &quot;no&quot; to something like that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s so adorable! It&#8217;s hard to say &#8220;no&#8221; to something like that.</p>
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		<title>By: Max Kaehn</title>
		<link>http://www.wayofcats.com/blog/the-cat-of-destiny/6318/comment-page-1#comment-4684</link>
		<dc:creator>Max Kaehn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 19:40:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When we went to the Maine Coon cattery, Cleo and Yeti chose us.  As a 4-week-old kitten, Cleo curled up and fell asleep in the palm of my wife’s hand, and that’s when we knew which kitten we wanted.  At the same age, Yeti was the kitten who, when the momcat called in all the kittens to come take their nap, he went over to check in, then came back out to be with the humans, and fell asleep on his back; he still loves to show off his fluffy belly.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When we went to the Maine Coon cattery, Cleo and Yeti chose us.  As a 4-week-old kitten, Cleo curled up and fell asleep in the palm of my wife’s hand, and that’s when we knew which kitten we wanted.  At the same age, Yeti was the kitten who, when the momcat called in all the kittens to come take their nap, he went over to check in, then came back out to be with the humans, and fell asleep on his back; he still loves to show off his fluffy belly.</p>
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