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Pet
Names
Hooster,
Hooster Zadoo, Hooster-Seduced'er,
Zooster, ZooZoo Beast, ZooZoo Bee, Nushie, Zaroozulet, Kitty
Dukakis
Former
Pet Names Now Out of Vogue
Nushter,
Hooster Hoo, Hooster Dooster, Nushing Bag, Nushkin, Doitzler,
Birthday
late June
or early July 1985
Died
September
3, 2001
Natasha
was the first cat I got with Stan. She had always been sort of
airheaded and dingy, like she saw ghosts or things going on
that weren't there in this world. She was also sort of a fancy cat
with her bushy hair, but as she aged, her tail wasn't
as full as it used to be. She never seemed to miss Vladimir after
he died, although she'd been with him since she was 9 months
old. We figured it was because of her ability to see ghosts--he
never really left her. Despite that ability, she hung on to life for a very long time after she came down with a combinaton of kidney disease and suspected cancer. This cat did not want to die.
Don't
let her pretty looks fool you...she had the coarsest, hoarsest,
barroom meow you've ever heard. Yes, she was a lush. She liked
to lick my perfume off of me. She liked to lick Listerine bottles.
We figured it was obviously for the liquor content. It is for this
reason we unofficially nicknamed her "Kitty Dukakis."
In
Her Own Words
Below
is an excerpt from an interview with Natasha when she was about
eleven years old:
If
I Were A Human I'd Be . . .a
beautiful perfumed crazy woman living in her own world and talking
to herself.
Things
I Love.
Licking perfume off of people; sucking on clothes; lying on my
humans' bed and getting it furry; leaving hairballs in surprise
places.
Things
I Hate.
I hate Plato. He holds me down and licks my ears. I also hate
most dogs, but Hieronymus is getting nicer in his old age.
The
Scariest Time in My Life (at least for my humans). I was having
great fun one night back in Colorado when my humans used to let
me go outside. This was the first night I stayed out all night
long...I didn't come back until about 4 in the morning. Ann was
mad at me because the next day was her birthday and she said
she hadn't gotten any sleep because she was worrying about me.
She was really mad and I didn't get many chances after that to
stay outside.
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Natasha,
Spring, 2000
With
the little cactii
Natasha,
mid-1990s
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