Birthday: March 27th 2009 Coloration: Classic Likes: Chasing his jingle ball around the house and getting treats Pet-Peeves: Being picked up when he doesn't want to be. And cat shows. Especially cat shows. Favorite Toy: Jingle ball! Favorite Food: Freeze-dried cod, chicken, salmon or venison. Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: We just wanted another kitten, and ended up with two (Victoria the Ragdoll joined us, too) so they could be active kittens together. Our older babies -- Jasper, 15; Onyx, 13; and Severian, 11 -- get along with the newbies just fine. Sev has decided, in fact, that he is a kitten, too. Bio: Torbjorn came to us from Kashi Saga cattery. His full name is Kashi Saga Pirate Torbjorn, and Pirate, his great-great-great-grandfather, was not only a Champion but a Hill's Science Diet cover cat. (Bear says I shouldn't tell people that -- they'll think he's stuck-up.) Lives Remaining: 9 of 9 Forums Motto: Uff da! The Groups I'm In: ♥♥FORGET ME NOT♥♥, **Catstertown**, Dogster and Catster 2012 Redesign!, MAN CATS AT WORK - No Girl Cats Allowed, Royal Canin® Felines, Young Furts! The Last Forum I Posted In: HURRICANE CHECK IN AND HURRICANE CENTRAL I've Been On Catster Since:
As usual, we got some goodies for Christmas this year. We didn't pay much attention right away to what Santa brought us, because we had all the ribbons and bows and boxes and wrapping-paper balls to play with. But Mom finally bagged all that stuff up and threw it away.
Mostly Santa has good taste in cat toys, but the elves gave him a bum steer on one. It's like a flat turtle shape made out of mesh, and it opens up and Mom puts a treat in there. We're supposed to chew on it to get the treat, and the mesh is supposed to help keep our teeth clean. Not!
We each got one, and we all looked at Mom like she had a hole in her head. One sniff was all it took to know that the treat wasn't coming out without a fight. The toys stayed on the floor until Dad stepped on one. Crunch! Treat fragments all over the floor.
My advice, Santa: Lose that toy in next year's lineup.
Squirrels on the back deck and chicken on dishes
Bright balls of Mylar and catnip-filled fishes
Brown paper baggies that I can crawl in
These are a few of my favorite things
Soft fleecy cat beds and crispy Temptations
Mom's weekends and days off and summer vacations
Asleep on my back with my feet all tucked in
These are a few of my favorite things
Mousies and crickets and warm sunshine puddled
Playing with Jasper 'til he's all befuddled
Walks on my leash in the summers and springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When it's bath day
Or a vet stay
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
It must be having-babies time in the mouse world, because I caught one junior-size mousie yesterday, and I was hot on the trail of another this morning.
Yesterday, Mom heard a clatter in the kitchen and found me standing outside an open lower-cabinet door with said mousie in my mouth. She started toward me, and I quickly trotted into the dining room and under the dining room table. She moved a chair and I momentarily dropped the mouse, but I was quick and jumped on top of it, flattening it under my manly chest. Then I backed up carefully until I could see it again, and grabbed it by the tail.
I led Mom around the dining room table twice, mouse swinging from my mouth, and then onto the porch. She quickly closed the porch door behind us, figuring she'd limit the escape possibilities.
I ran merrily all around the porch, under the table and chairs, and finally trotted over to the water dish out there and dropped the mousie -- kerplop! -- into the water. Mom fished it out by the tail and disposed of it. What a spoilsport.
But there's another one under the range. Vicki and I take turns watching for it to come out. Mousie stands no chance!
