Nicknames: Bear (Torbjorn means Thor's Bear in Norwegian), Bearski, Fuzzy Brother
Birthday: March 27th 2009
Likes: Chasing his jingle ball around the house and getting treats, He also likes watching the squirrels eat sunflower seeds on the deck.
Pet-Peeves: Being picked up when he doesn't want to be. And cat shows. Especially cat shows.
Favorite Toy: Jingle ball!
Favorite Nap Spot: Top level of the cat tree.
Favorite Food: Freeze-dried cod, chicken or venison.
Skills: He likes to "sit" against the doorjamb or the wall with his hind legs stretched out and his belly showing.
Arrival Story: We just wanted another kitten, and ended up with two (Victoria the Ragdoll joined us, too)
Bio: Bear came to us from Kashi Saga cattery. His full name is Kashi Saga Pirate Torbjorn. Showing a cat was on my "bucket list," so Bear was groomed and primped and went to cat shows for about a year. He won quite a few ribbons, but gradually grew to dislike being judged (can't blame him there!) After he hissed at several judges and took a swipe at one, I got the hint. Bear is a gorgeous example of his breed, but he doesn't need a ribbon or a trophy to prove it!
Thank you for the DDP congrats, and especially for the cool pix I got to add to my page.
Mom added another one, too, that Dad found on his computer. It's me, when my humans first came to see me, before I was old enough to go home with them. My eyes hadn't even turned green yet, and my name was Byron. I think I like Bear better. I don't really look like a Byron.
There's snow outside, and ice on the fish pond, and temps in the 20s. It's heaven! I wish I could persuade Mom to let me out, or at least put on that Led Zeppelin song about the land of the ice and snow.
I'm sure I would want to come back in pretty soon, but it would feel sooo good to sink my claws into some crusted snow. What's the good of having built-in crampons if you can't use them once in a while?
My less well-insulated sisfur and brofur are spending lots of time snuggled up next to me. Dad even invited me under the covers last night, but that was WAY too warm for me!
Geez, we only have one girl in our house, other than Mom, and I can never figure her out.
Vicki is a pretty good sisfur, I guess. She's always up for playtime, and even I have to admit that she's an awesome mouser. But her behavior is kind of odd sometimes. For one thing, she shamelessly makes up to the humans. When they pick her up, she goes all limp and happy and lets them hold her just about any way they want, like she's a sack of sugar or something (unlike Sev and me, who know how to put out the stiff arm and squirm when we want the humans to keep their distance). Mom says that's because she's a Ragdoll and that's what Ragdolls do. Whatever.
But lately it's been really weird. She's prancing around the house purring to herself and humming, and flipping her tail around like she's the Queen of Sheba. Just the other day I caught her looking dreamily out the window and singing softly "I feel pretty, oh so pretty..." Huh?
I asked Sev what he thought. He shrugged and said, "I think she's in love."
Good grief. How are we supposed to put up with this?