British Shorthair
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Home:Manchester, Lancashire, United Kingdom  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 8 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 5 lbs.

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Grumblegroo, Pabbers

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

December 3rd 2008

Gray and White



Favorite Toy:
anything with catnip, and scavenged food

Favorite Nap Spot:
my lap or the windowsill

Favorite Food:
chicken - he's stolen six joints so far

a very good jumper and can turn somersaults


Arrival Story:
I came home one cold, wet Thursday night to find a grey and white cat crying at my gate. I tried to shoo him away and went indoors to feed my own cats and start cooking my evening meal. When I walked into the living room a little later, I found him laid on my sofa. He didn't move all evening and night and didn't eat much either. By the following day, it was evident that this was a very sick little cat. Over the course of the weekend, three trips to the vet, seven injections and a course of antibiotics followed. Pablo has pneumonia and possibly also heart disease (we shan't know for certain until the tablets are complete and he is fit enough to undergo an x-ray).

I later found a plastic tray and the top of a foil sachet of cat food by my gate, strongly suggesting that Pablo was deliberately dumped on my doorstep. He is a laid-back, very friendly and affectionate lap cat and gets along fairly well with Charlie, although he is bullied by most neighbouring cats. I totally deplore the neighbours who abandoned him (wish I knew who they were), but their loss is very much my gain.

Lives Remaining:
4 of 9

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

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

Meet my family
Samson (1990 -
Henry (1992 -
Molly (1992 -
Cheeky Charlie

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Pablo's Mews of the Day

It's my birthday!

December 3rd 2010 9:37 am
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Yummy pilchards for my tea, the gas fire on full. I'm a happy purry boy tonight. Life is certainly much better than a year ago. Is that chicken I can smell in that handbag? I'm feeling lucky.

A few nights ago, I had to go to the vet again as my skin allergy flared up. I sucked and gnawed at my belly until it was red raw and bleeding. The needle man gave me two jabs.
Mum drove me home via the Withington Christmas lights. I wasn't very impressed.


Feed me chicken now!

November 17th 2010 1:25 am
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A few weeks ago, the old man who lives in the house behind us became a star in the sky. One night, the usually squealy, shouty grandkids were stood in the garden singing "Happy Birthday Grandad" to the star. I'm a bit sad because I used to like to visit the man and he would share his dinner with me. I had some good food mostly chicken and sausages. Yummy!

I miss this food because I live with a mum who is a silly vegetarian. One of her workmates sometimes sends me chicken or liver and onions. I plan to ask if I can go there for my evening meal each night. I'm sure Mum wouldn't mind chauffeuring me there and back because it's only an 11 mile round trip after all, and I couldn't possibly walk home after such a big meal. Then I could be back home for evening snuggles and bedtime.


Another raid

October 21st 2010 6:02 am
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The vet says hyper-allergic to fleas (even though I haven't got any!) I've been itching and scratching till I'm bald in places, throwing up fur balls and doing nasty business in my litter tray, and all in all feeling pretty sorry for myself the last few days.

But last night, the needle thing must have kicked in, and boy was I hungry! I wolfed down my tinned dinner, then polished off a bit of left-over chicken that one of the slave's workmates sent to me. After that, I went out for a short walk, and returned home 10 minutes later proudly carrying a joint of boiled bacon almost as big as my head. I sat chomping on it until bedtime. Lovely!

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