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Age: 8 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Handsome, Baby Boy and Kitty

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-pound cat

April 10th 2008

Black and White

I LOVE window time. There's just something about a nice breeze on a warm sunny day. It makes us all happy.

Going anywhere in the Cat Carrier

Favorite Toy:
My toy mice. I probably have 10 or so, but I hid them so mom can't find any of them.

Favorite Nap Spot:
It's a toss-up between the tile in front of the fireplace or somewhere on mom (back, chest, side... I'm not picky).

Favorite Food:
Fancy Feast - sliced, in the purple box. Don't EVEN try coming home with the red box!

I have the ability to tolerate children, including mom's niece. That is a feat in itself!


Arrival Story:
I adopted my family in June 2008. They were looking for someone to sleep with them and take care of things around the house. You know, kinda like a handy-man. So they came walking in to the Orange County Humane Society one day. I saw them looking at all of the other kitties. The short blonde mom (my big mom calls her Juliet) spotted me and said "Mom, how about him?" I played with moms fingers and was on my best behaviour. I decided I would let them take care of me. The next day they came back for me and took me to my very own house. Now I have a nice big house that I allow my family to live in.

My brother and I were brought in to the shelter on the same day. My brother adopted his family just a few hours before I adopted mine.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Stache... Short for Moustache

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 3rd 2009 More than 7 years!

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I Live A Life My Mom Envies

Who you callin' a shrimp?!

June 29th 2010 4:03 pm
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I recently discovered the heavenly being that is shrimp.

A few weeks ago Dad brought home some shrimp to BBQ. Mom suggested he grill a couple (unseasoned) pieces for me. OH MY CAT! I'd never tasted anything so incredible! I feel an addiction coming on. MOL! Just catting! I hate to admit it, but I have been known to go digging through the trash for the shells. *blush* I'm not that kinda cat. Really. It's just that the shrimps do something to me.

Mom only gives me shrimp on extra special days because she doesn't want me "to get used to it". Too late! As soon as I smell that deliciousness waft through the house, it's all over with. I yell until Mom and Dad pick up on my subtle hints while I'm rubbing against the fridge.

Call me shellfish, but I really don't see any reason to share my shrimp with Dad. I've earned it!


Spring means bugs!

May 11th 2010 1:08 pm
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It's Spring! That means there are a ton of buggies finding their way into my home. Lucky for mom, I'm an expert bug-catcher and eater.

Last night, mom saw a moth outside and allowed it to come in. She said it would be good exercise and practice for me. She was right. That moth flew all over the house. I even lost sight of it for a few minutes. Once I spotted it again, I was determined to catch it. Not only did I catch it, but I even tried to play with it. I batted it under the stove (like I do with all of my mice). I didn't get a chance to eat it, but it was okay, because Mom knew I pretty much took care of it.

I'm constantly on the lookout for any creepy crawlies in my domain. Mom says I'm her brave little man. Yeah, she knows what's up! Every time I catch something, I'll leave a few remnents behind, just to show Mom I did my job. In exchange for my hunting capabilities, I get extra treats.

I just wish more of those buggies would get into the house more often. This job is a piece of cake.

In other mews... I'd like all of my furiends to keep Mom's friend's kitty in their puuurayers. Her kitty has renal failure. Mom mentioned it to me and asked if I could spread the word. Thanks furiends!



Meow to.... A How To Guide

April 21st 2010 3:10 pm
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Well tax season is over and Mom has been home more, kind of. This morning when she was giving me my "5 minutes of love" she told me she knew that my games were up and she knew what I've been doing for the past 4 months.

See, during the past 4 months, I've slowly gotten Mom to do things that I want, when I want. Funny it took her this long to realize it, but hey, it worked.

Meow to... #1 Turning your "5 minutes of love" into 10.
Each morning since I was a kitten, mom has always given me my "5 minutes of love". Before she does anything else in the morning, she pets me and kisses my head while I lay on the pillow next to her purring. It used to be exactly 5 minutes before she'd roll out of bed. Now it's pushing about 11 minutes per day. The trick is to make sure you lay on her or near her so she can't see the clock. Purr nice and loud so she knows just how much you enjoy her love. Give her a few headbonks and lick her forehead a couple times to signal that you'd like "just 1 more minute". Soon enough, it's been 10 minutes and Mom's now running late. Keep this up on a daily basis and you'll have Mom fooled in no time.

Meow to... #2 Make your feeding a top priority.
Mom used to be able to shower first and get ready before feeding me. Now it's the first thing she does after she gets out of bed. For the longest time, I'd stand on the toilet and meow really loud while mom was in the shower. I'd also put my paws on the glass so Mom knew I was there in case she couldn't hear me. I'd just keep meowing until the water stopped running and the shower door opened. Then I'd rub my furry body on her clean, semi-wet legs and get her all furry while I meowed more. As she walked around trying to get ready, I make my presence known by standing in the way and meowing until she headed to the kitchen. It's very important that you be as vocal as posible while she's trying to feed you. You want to make her think you're going to die from starvation if you don't get fed that second.

Meow to... #3 Show her just how much you love her. Lay on her clothes.
Mom is very good about laying out her clothes while she's getting ready in the morning. Now that I'm all full and content, I need a spot to curl up and take a nap. Oooooh this pair of black slacks would be purrrrfect. Try to roll around a few times on her clothing. You don't like all that shedding fur on you so try to shed as much of it as possible on her clothes. If you're a tuxedo kitty like me you can pretty much lay on anything and some of your fur will remain on it. If you're a darker colored kitty, try to lay on something lighter in color. Velvet fabrics are ideal for trapping as much loose fur as possible. If you're a lighter colored kitty, darker fabrics are your best bet.

Meow to... #4 I'm glad you're home. Now pick me up.
I've made it a habit to greet my Mom by the door every time she walks in the house. I always have so much to tell her. Sometimes she'll want to talk to my Dad or my little blonde mom but I make sure my words are always the first (and loudest) she hears. I'll follow her around and talk to her until she picks me up and acknowledges my successful day as keeper of the house. Again, being loud is a key factor here. If you don't make yourself known you won't get the attention you deserve. She's not the only one who's had a long day. You've been cooped up in the house all day. You've saved it from any unwanted intruders and kept any pesky bugs out of the house. That's one heck of a day. You need to be held and loved for all your hard work.

Meow to... #5 Kitchen time = Treat time
Mom's had her dinner and is now doing dishes. Guess who's ready for their treat? I simply don't care if her hands are all soapy. There's a towel here on the oven. See I'll even get it for... ooops, you might want to pick up that towel Mom. Be as vocal as possible. You NEED a treat now or your whole purrrrfect little life will come crashing down on you. When she stops mid-dish to give you a treat, you know you've successfully obtained Pawsomeness!

Good luck my fellow feline furiends!


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