Age: 7 Years Sex: Male Weight: 19 lbs.
|Home:Windsor,Ont Cape Breton,Nova S, ON, Canada ||[I have a diary!] |
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November 25th 2006
watching the birds and hiding toys
he is scared of everything and everyone and comes running to Mummy all the time. Also insists on licking both sides of the spoon at mealtime before eating his dinner, if not he won't eat.
his empty treats bags; walks around with them in his mouth with the attitude that he has somewhere important to go
Favorite Nap Spot:
on a wicker chair beside my bed
cookies (kitty treats) dipped in water and fed to him one at a time while he lounges
fetching, playing with water and vocal skills, loves a lengthy conversation
Well Ive had cats all my life, sometimes lots, sometimes one. I was the kid who always brought them home and they continued to follow me home into adult life. We moved to Windsor, Ontario about 5 years ago and brought our Sam (main coon) with us (my son and I). Unfortunately Sam was put down because he ended up having a brain tumour which eventuallycaused him to be very violent, especially to me and since Im disabled things started getting tough. I loved him so very much but I was going to the hospital sometimes weekly to get stitches because of him. The vet finally felt that putting him down was the right thing because he was starting to suffer. Im still not over that. I swore up and down, never will I get another cat, I can't stand the heartbreak. (How many times have I said that in my life). Well my son came home with a friend who was toting a big wicker basket. Apparently my sons friends father was going to put two kittens down if he didnt find them homes. The first one came out and I fought it off the best I could, he said that is ok, I think I might have a home for her, but the other one I dont. I said ok well let me just see him. He wouldn't come out so I reached down and next thing I knew I had little Bobby cuddled up around my neck and he was clinging to me with all his tiny might. Visions of that boys dad killing him somehow flooded my mind. I firmly told my son's friend, this little boy is staying here with me. That is how Bobby came into my life. He is so timid and freaked out about everything that Im not sure I could bring another cat into this apartment so long as Bobby rules my heart. However, being a disabled woman living on her own, he is the best companion I've ever had, like a child, a best friend and a soul mate.
This is how scared Bobby is of everything, an example; a few weeks ago, I thought I heard Bobby meowing and got up to investigate only to find Bobby rushing past me to get under my bed. Further investigation I discovered a cat in the hallway of my ninth floor apartment. Most cats would be curious to see what other cat is coming into their domain but not Bobby, straight under the bed for the whole day. Not even treats would tempt him out. Turns out my next door neighbours cat escaped into the hall and was trying to get back in. I have honestly never seen or lived with a cat so scared of everything. Plastic bags, tin foil,even the drawer that the tin foil is in, oven doors, alarm clocks, the dramatic music parts in movies, any noise that the computer makes other than music (had to disable them all), sneakers (runners in America), lighters, anything flapping, imaginary things, a particular cupboard door, the bell on the microwave, the timer, alarm clocks, the list goes on. More recently I discovered the smell of carnations has him running and hiding. The good part, I think,,,, is that my wish to have a second child has been granted. He is truly a baby and likes being comforted and held when he is scared. Though it has gone too far when he finishes licking his spoon and wants me to fed him (which I do sometimes but don't tell anybody). God knows what would happen to him if he ever got locked outside somehow. He goes nuts if he wakes up and I'm not in the room anymore, he cries like a baby till I answer him and reassure him. A bother perhaps for some, but not me, I seriously appreciate that he cares for me so much as I do him, I love him. That is Bobby, big mean Halloween cat !!! Not
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October 14th 2009 4:28 pm
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Today was just a boring day until all sorts of noise started from the balcony, I ran to see once I stopped being scared. For a moment there I was stuck in time not knowing whether to hide or go investigate. I think my eyes bulged a bit though I don't think anyone saw that. Anyways, I went to see and a bird was fluttering around on the balcony. I cried and cried but Mummy wouldn't let me out and squeezed past me and pushed me back with her foot when I tried to make a last minute attempt to get out there before she closed the door behind her. Well I wanted so much to sniff this bird, Ive been watching them for over two years and this was my first chance to see one up close and of course do the all important sniff test. If I was right, I was going to like the smell. I paced as I watched mummy wrap the bird up and wow, she brought it inside. She even let me sniff a bit but she wouldn't let me touch it. I tried so many times. It was wiggling and oh that got me so excited for some reason. I wanted to play with it. She wouldn't let me and she took it somewhere on the other side of our front door in our apartment. I don't know where the door goes to but Mummy goes hunting out there and brings me back food.
Since then I've been sleeping but every time I hear a noise I have to get up and go all the way to the balcony door, just in case. The other birds are teasing me today too. Oh yeah, one other thing, Mummy is cooking fish and I know she will give me some, she always does, I think its cod, one of my many favorites. I must have been a shark in a former life...bye for now diary.
October 12th 2009 11:01 pm
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I'm learning a new word this last week; Brush Brush is the word and Ive almost got it. Mummy bought me a new brush and when she says brush brush I pretty much know now to follow her to the brush so I can lie down and get pampered. I chewed to much on my old brush and Mummy finally threw it away. I have quite a few words that I know now; fish fish (wet food), cookies (treats), go to your safe place (my bed on a chair), go to sleep, no, good boy, I love you, cookie dips (treats dipped in water and hand feed to me, my favorite and I lie down for this), BOBBY, BooBoo, BoBo, hide (that is when Mummy gives me a place to hide when Im scared which is most of the time), and in there Bobby (usually when Mummy builds me a new fort out of a box or something). That is it for today diary, Im sleepy again.
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