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Post by Fitch on Oct 15, 2012 17:53:44 GMT -5
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Appearance:At first glance, Fitzgerald is a handsome cat with the perfectibility in appearance that can only come from a pampered kittypet, at cat that night after night is sat down and groomed, bathed, and trimmed, a cat that never needs to face the hardships of life and therefore has not had a single flea or tick, not even a small scar underneath of his thick, luxurious pelt. That fur is thick and soft, creating a heavy mane around his neck, and his tail is equally fluffy and soft- despite the look, however, it is not true, as his humble beginning means a few scars deep beneath his fur, and a deep "v" that runs through his left ear.His fur makes him look bigger than his actually is, for build wise, the tom is about average, with only small amounts of muscle mass, without much off the soft, fatty look that most kittypets have from their pampered life.
His fur is a orange tabby, his stripes along his body and face a dark reddish orange color, while most of the rest of his body, between those stripes, is a much lighter golden color. His underside, from his jaw to the base of his tail, is the lightest part of his body, such a pale cream in color that it borders on being white. His eyes however are one of his more striking features- an almost unnatural hue of sky blue, bright and stark in his face. They are the windows to his soul, showing his every emotion with blatant honesty, even if he would want to hide them.
Personality:Hyper; Much like a puppy, or more fittingly, a kit, the stage of being hyperactive, almost always vibrating with energy and liveliness. It seems that from the moment this ginger tom wakes up, until he falls asleep at night, he is bolting from one place to the next, constantly on the move, or hatching some new harebrained plan. Although for some this may be annoying, and certainly within some houses, this cat simply needs to go, when he is outside, exploring and running free, it is useful and something to take pride in.
Impulsive; Of course, however, that hyperactivity is not just simply a physical occurrence. In a human body, under a doctor's care, one would probably diagnose Fitch with ADHD, for this cat is not only quick in his step and quick in his thought, but his decisions as well. One moment, he is contemplating doing something, and the next, without actually thinking about it, he's well on his way, falling head over heels into trouble.
Boastful; Don't let this cat do something good, something right, something even properly, as no one seemed to teach him humbleness, or even self control. The big no-no, is never praise him, for you will never hear the end of it. He will boast to the world for ages upon ages if he succeeds at something- and on a normal basis, he boats mildly, for he is a very prideful cat and sees himself as being absolutely amazing- on the outside at least. Inside, this cat has mediocre self-esteem at best, meaning most of it is an act, or an attempt to make himself feel better- even if it means lying to make himself seem great.
Kind, Loyal, and Brave; For all of his nonsense, hyperactivity, lying ways and swollen false ego, he has a huge heart. Thick skulled or not, he is compassionate, loyal to his friends and allies, and kind to any who do not mean him or those he loves any sort of harm. He will be the first to jump into action to protect others, and would take any sort of physical injury if it meant that someone else he cared for would get away without a scratch.
History: Fitch was born down under, on a wheat farm in Australia, right smack in the outback, in a barn, curled up in hay with a old lazy cow staring down at him and his littermates. He never really got to know his mother, and his father was nonexistent, as by the time he could just barely eat solid food, his mother was gone, and his littermates were taken away, sold to other farms who needed some mousers or such. Fitch, however, stayed put, and spent his time alone. His parents were gone, his siblings were gone, and he didn't know the other cats, so by night he sat in the barn, watching the mousers work to keep the cattle and their food safe, and by day, he roamed the field and watched the rabbit-chasers. They were the fast cats. In the barn, mousers only needed to be quiet, but in essence, they were fat housecats, the rabbit-chasers however, he idolized. They were fast and lean, powerful and cunning. They kept rabbits from eating the wheat, but also kept the population down, therefore, keeping coyotes away, and therefore were prized by the farmer. One early morning, he went out early into the wheat fields, and ran into a cat who would guide his life from there- his mentor.
His name was Nigel. He was a long legged silver tabby with amber eyes and a wild look to him. Fitch stepped out of the barn that day, and caught sight of a rabbit, heading for some newly sprouting wheat stalks, and he reacted, putting everything he had into a mad dash for the wheat, to intercept the rabbit. When the rabbit caught sight of him, it suddenly seemed to go into overdrive, and left Fitch in it's dust as it darted into the wheat- only to be grabbed and caught by the silver tabby who seemed to materialize from nowhere. Fitch recognized him, as everyone knew Nigel as just about the best rabbit-chaser they had. Fitch recoiled in shame- the legendary tom had just watched the foolish kit fail miserably at catching a rabbit, and yet, Nigel just had amusement in his eyes.
"Never race a rabbit, mate."
This left Fitch confused, shaking his head wildly, "I wasn't racin' it, I-"
"You were tryina beat it to it's destination, you gotta follow it, chase it, not race it, mate."
From that day, Nigel became Fitch's mentor, teaching him to be a rabbit chaser, and soon, the pair were an inseparable duo, but it came too late. The farm went under later that year, the crops disappeared, the cows and cats were sold, but the farmer, finding himself fond of Nigel and Fitzgerald, caught them, stuck them in cages, and took them with as he boarded a plane, to try to stake out a new life.
The plane was a nightmare, and Fitch a nervous wreck. For hours he was locked in a crate, in the dark, feeling the very world around him move and shake. Nigel, even as scared as he was, tried to explain that everything would be okay, he had been in this before, planes weren't as bad as coyotes- but Fitch was lost to his words. Wild eyed and terrified, the young cat could only shake and pace until it came to a stop. The doors opened, and the crates, among others, were pulled out, and then it happened. A worker dropped Fitch's cage, it busted opened, and the ginger tom was gone, running fast and hard, oblivious to Nigel's yowling behind him for Fitch to stop, to come back. He found himself in the city, lost, afraid, and slowly starving...
He was "rescued" by Animal Control, picked up off the streets and tossed in a cage, in a noisy room of other cages, inhabited by yowling and hissing cats, and was trapped there for days, eating bland, dry pellets, drinking metallic, stagnant water, and watching humans come and peer into his cage, poke at him, and frown disappointed at how he cowered in the back before moving on. He knew cats died here, he could smell the death, hear their wails of grief before they fell quiet. There were other animals too, dogs howling, birds screeching, it was all just so much, and so scarring. Relief came though, in the form of a young couple, who, despite his shyness, found interest in the semi-feral young cat, and adopted him.
Fitch found a home that day, a nice, cozy home on the edge of a forest, where it was rumored that wild cats lived. At first, it was tempting to flee to them, but he found his new owners were as kind as the farmer. Nice cats lived in the houses around him, he was pampered and well fed, allowed outside, although it was nowhere near the wide, open spaces and the heat that the outback gave off. He was homesick, and yet this was suddenly home.
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