Severian DB #165b

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Home:Flanders, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 17 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Sev, Sevo, Pestesquatch

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

November 19th 1999


Being held.

He seems to hate rugs. Pees on them. So we don't have any anymore.

Favorite Toy:
His people.

Favorite Nap Spot:
On a lap.

Favorite Food:
Nothing in particular. He likes to eat his dry food one morsel at a time, flipping it out of the dish with a claw and eating it off the floor.

Well, there's that dry-food flipping thing. And he's very patient about opening doors or cabinets by lying down and flipping the door until he jiggles the latch loose.


Arrival Story:
Severian was a Christmas gift to my fiance, now husband. He named the kitten for a favorite character in a Gene Wolfe novel.

Sev is a big baby. He craves human attention and will do anything to get it. He's a handsome fellow, muscular, coal black with celadon green eyes, but he's about as far from the Satanic black cat stereotype as you can get. He would be delighted to be carried around in your arms all day. I bought an infant's sling on eBay as a lark and put him in it. He loved it.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Pick me up.

I've Been On Catster Since:
November 8th 2009 More than 7 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Severian's Monologues

My 15th birthday

November 19th 2014 4:47 am
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Today I am 15 years old in human years, and 82 in cat years.

Mom says she hopes she looks half as good as me when she's that age in human years. My black fur is flecked with white, but it's as lustrous as ever, and when she pets me, it feels like kitten fur.

I am fortunate to be in good health and living with a loving family, and for the most part my fursibs and I get along. Well, one does have to tease one's sister every so often, and get the smacky-paw in return.


I'm 14 today!

November 19th 2013 7:16 am
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Another year, another birthday. I'm doing very well health-wise, although Mom says I'm getting more white hairs. She should talk!

I have not been confined to the crate since August, and I haven't baptized anything in all that time! Mom put up a pet gate between the kitchen and dining room, and I have to stay in the area with the kitchen, family room and laundry, which have easy-clean surfaces. But it's OK, since that's where the family tends to hang out anyway.

Once I snuck out when Dad came down for a glass of juice in the middle of the night, and Mom woke up to find me snoozing next to her. I didn't piddle anywhere, but she says she's not taking any chances with the new front door and hall rugs. So when she went downstairs, I had to go back behind the pet gate.

She and Dad have to do human doctor stuff this week, so my birthday party will be delayed until this weekend. But it will be good, she promises!


Parole!! And then I messed up. Again.

June 30th 2013 3:46 pm
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Oh, blissful night. I was allowed outside my crate all day yesterday, since the peeps were home all day, and I was even allowed to venture upstairs to sleep on their bed. Heaven!!!

Mom saw that I used the litter box downstairs just before bedtime, so she decided to take a chance and let me stay out overnight. I slept next to her half the night and next to dad the other half. I was SOOOOO happy!!!

But this morning, the throw rug at the hall entrance

Sadly, I'm confined again at night. But Mom decided to get a pet gate for the door between the kitchen and dining room, instead of putting me in the crate all day. I might still pee on stuff, but it's all slipcovered and the cushions underneath are plastic-wrapped. Unfortunately, the pet gate is too high for Bear and Vicki to jump, so during the day when she's not home, they're going to have to share my restricted zone.

On the other hand, they still have more space than the average New York studio apartment cat. At least that's what she tells herself to make herself feel less guilty.

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