Welcome to the official site of Clover the cat!
Meet Clover's friends: Ariel Raven Clay Twigs Willow Norbert
My name is Clover and I am a 8 year old female cat. My black and white fur is most beautiful, but I don't want to share it with anyone. I want to eat it all myself. Unfortunately, I do share my home with several other species. These other people and animals interrupt my schedule and cause me to be ornery, hence the ornery tail. Flick Flick!
Most of my days consist of sleeping in the baby bassinet, chewing my fur out, running from my bugs, inflicting punishment on Clay (more on him, later), eating, sleeping on the bed, patrolling for feral cats, kicking my head, and bossing around those 2 dogs (more on them later, too.)
Twigs is my brother. He is 1 year old and very handsome, as you can see. Twiggy likes to lounge around and dream about escaping to the outdoors. He likes bugs and birds. He is bigger than me, so I can't always boss him around, which makes me crabby. Twiggy loves food and Greenies cat treats. He's also into water sports, which I respect, as I too enjoy the occasional splash in the tub (on my own terms of course). He is highly intelligent and very soft to cuddle with, or so I have heard. Sometimes he'll try to cuddle with me and lick me, and I get all snotty, hiss at him, and bail. Secretly I would love some extra help in the grooming department-the less fur, the better, I say! But I must remain aloof and mysterious.
What can I say about Clay.... He is my brother and 1 year old too. You would not believe how gullible he is. I actually really like having him around, he helps releive ( I before E, I don't know, I'm a friggin' cat for cripes sake!) my stress. I smack him several times a day. When someone else ticks me off, I go bully him to make me feel better. I can also set up strategies to get what I want and then frame him, so he gets in trouble. He doesn't have a clue! Like I said, this cat is a dud! He likes to climb up on the kitchen counters and cupboards. I'll get him to throw food off for me, so I don't get in trouble. Once in awhile, I'll let him lay next to me, if I'm feeling really generous. Oh, he's really a clutz too. He falls down the stairs and out of the windowsills all the time. As if he needed any more brain damage. One thing I will say about my brothers is.... They are MINE. I OWN them. Don't every try to hurt one of them, or you will feel my wrath!
Raven is 8 years old and has way too much hair! This dog has been driving me nuts for I don't know how many years! The day I first layed eyes on this dog, I knew I didn't like what I saw. First of all, I am THE most beautiful black and white animal. Don't even try to imitate my colors. Second, I am the boss, period. Third, My voice is your command. Don't get loud with me; I'm the loudest and I was here first! Ok, Raven wins the award for most smacks dealt by Clover. I smack him all the time. I smack him so much, it bores me, but I have to keep doing it to keep him in check. This dog is afraid of me and he outweighs me by 70 pounds! But that's the way it should be, so listen up and learn fast,kittens. I've run Raven through the entire house. Like I said I AM THE BOSS!
Get it, got it, good!
OK, this dog doesn't really bother me too much. She knows to keep her distance and avoid me. Her constant flurry of activity can be a little distracting, but I can deal with it. Willow has a lot of hair too, I don't know how she can stand it. I'd chew it all out if I was her. She's 10 years old, which is two years older than me, so I do have to give her a little respect. (She doesn't need to know that, though) One thing I could never figure out is, these dogs get put outside all the time , and they always want to come back in the house. What the H!?! Man, if I ever got out there, I'd be gone. I'd be a tigress on the prowl, I'd eat grass and puke, I'd be done waiting for someone to feed me and change my litter. One can only dream. (sigh)
Mmmmmm.....a tender breast of roasted canary. Yummy. It's not like I'd actually do the deed. I'd make the boys do it, partake in my feast, and let them have the leftovers (if there were any, by the time I was done.)OK OK, I like my food in little brown kibbles or out of the garbage can. The bird does have really bright yellow fur that mesmerizes me, and he sings pretty good too. When I'm in the mood to enjoy some birdsong, it's great! I get real comfortable, close my eyes, maybe snore a little, maybe grunt a little, and picture myself outdoors laying in a sunny spot of the flowerbed, belly full of grass. The birdsong is all ambiance, baby.
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