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What makes Funky so mean?
Funky came our way when she was about 4
months old. The first time I saw her she was sitting on my couch
looking sweet and innocent. When I sat next to her, she came
over and took a big bite of my ass. I knew then my fate was
sealed and she would be my chief for life.
Quite the hunter, she has decimated the local mouse population
and just
loves baby birds, especially when they have ickle feathers. She
doesn't kill for the hell of it, she eats them too. She also
does a fine business of bullying the other cats locally.
Not a lap cat, she very rarely gets close to her human subjects.
She growls like a dog (probably louder actually) and is hard as
nails. Her claws are along the lines of Wolverine in X-Men,
fully extendable and retractable in a split second, as my hands
and arms would testify.Photo
submitted by: Linda
Date last updated:
10/25/05
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