Name: ChrystalThe cat in this picture is the star of this website. She is the very reason that this page was developed, so that many others could bask in her glory, and see what a pretty cat she is. This should be the first page you're seeing here. This is the brief biography of this fiesty feline. She has led a full life, there is no doubt about that. She has seen two different cities and has had two different homes. She had been out about in the first neighbourhood she lived in, and she is a little fighter too. She has proven in the times that she slipped outside that she is not only a good fighter but one little naughty kitty - best known for picking fights.
She never always lived as the only cat in the house. Her brother, a little hot-headed male tabby, Rocky, dominanted for a long time, before she finally figured out how to kick his ass. Needless to say, that was a sad for him. His ego got terribly bruised. This was also when she developed her fighting spirit and figured out how to fight and stick up for herself regardless of who she was taking on. Though, ironically, she would never use her claws against her owners, always very gentle.
She was adopted from the Ottawa Humane Society about 9-10 yrs ago, during June, when she was no more than 6 or 7 weeks old; she was the tinest one in the cage she was sharing with other poor abandoned kittens. She had been hiding in the corner when I saw her and decided that she was the one I wanted to give a nice warm home to. A couple of days before, we had acquired another kitten from the same place. The male, Rocky, was only a week older than her, so, they were young enough to be taught on how to share the house and get along in a domestic environment. The first night they were together, they were so cute. They got along very nicely. In fact, for about 6-7 yrs they got along wonderfully, even though Rocky sought to be the dominant one and pushed her around just because she was smaller.
After she learned to push him around, the tables turned in her favour. She was no longer the victim, she was no thw bully. It was also at this pojtn that she begun to pick fights with the neighbourhood cats. We couldn't even bring her out with us unless we knew that there were no cats around for her to pick a fight with. If we didn't check and turned our backs very briefly, she'd sniff the others out, and she would zero on some innocent cat ambling peacefully along the road, not seeking a fight.
Then, in 2001, I decided that I wanted to go to school in another city, and the others were fed up with Ottawa, so, with the cat and our possessions, we packed up, sold the house and moved south to Toronto and into an apartment, much to the disappointment of Chrystal, who was no longer at ground and didn't have a ledge to perch on and watch the people and cats walk by; she only had the birds and squirrels to watch. Though, in the winter, there is much less for her to do. She now spends most of her time on our laps, especially when we have guests over, sitting at the computer or just reading. She has windows still, but, somehow it doens't to be quite the same.