Nicknames: Gunnarrmeister, Gun-Gun, Run and Gun, Gunnarr the Terrible, Gunnarr NO!!!, Gunnie, Gunnie Gunnarson, Rodent, and the latest, Spud because you can hold him upside down like a sack of potatoes.
Birthday: September 1st 2009
Coloration: Brown Tabby
Likes: He loves sleeping with his humans.
Pet-Peeves: Being separated from his humans. He wails like a banshee if he can't get to you.
Favorite Toy: He loves the little rabbit fur mice with the rattlers inside.
Favorite Nap Spot: The pet stroller
Favorite Food: Taste of the Wild Rocky Mountain Blend
Skills: He's pretty good at getting into trouble, and now he's figured out how to open doors; the glass shower doors and any cupboard door without a lock.
Arrival Story: I found Gunnarr through a rescue organization. His mom had been left with a lady who didn't like cats. When the cat had kittens, the woman called the rescue organization and told them if they didn't take the kittens, she would take them to the animal shelter. Gunnarr and his two brothers had been fostered by a wonderful woman and her two children. All the kitties were fully socialized with people, other cats of various ages, and dogs. Gunnarr was originally called Truck because he was the largest of the kittens.
Bio: GUNNARR IN KITTENHOOD: Gunnarr is a wonderful, if WAY too busy, kitten. He's very typical in his behavior. He loves to play, and his curiosity has gotten him into lots of trouble. He is reckless in his play, throwing himself into the air, crawling into any small space, getting locked in closets, and trying without success to use the computer keyboard. He's also completely without remorse when he does something naughty. When he's not busy getting into trouble, Gunnarr is an extremely affectionate little kitty. He loves to be picked up and held like a baby, but he will tolerate almost any position, even upside down. He is flexible and trusting, always counting on you to keep him safe. His purr is loud and ratchety. He sounds like a muscle car that needs a tuneup. Gunnarr evidently thinks we're dirty creatures. He loves to wash our faces, doing so with great enthusiasm until we have to redirect him or suffer from kitten tongue-burn.
Gunnarr's latest accomplishment is learning how to pick up his heavy water dish in his teeth, tug it out of the pet dish holder, and dump the dish completely upside down, ensuring that every drop of water ends up on the floor. Even after I tell him NO! and shake my finger at him, he remains unrepentent.
GUNNARR GROWN UP: Gunnarr has grown into a beautiful mancat. He is sleek, strong, and rambunctious but also very loving. We call him our dog in cat fur because he’s very open, trusting, and trainable. Gunnarr isn’t much of a lap cat, but he is usually nearby and likes to be touching me when we’re lying down together. He loves riding in his pet stroller, and he and his sister, Peekaboo, travel with us. Gunnarr is a wonderful traveler, usually riding along half asleep in his carrier. Once we get set up, he’s perfectly at home in the camp trailer. Surprisingly, he is also a very good model. He’s easy to photograph as long as flash isn’t necessary because he has a congenital cataract in one eye and is very sensitive to bright light. Gunnarr came to me as my “little heart healer,” but he has grown into a beautiful, loving, and wonderful companion. CATSTER HONORS: Daily diary pick 01/05/10 and 01/31/10. Diary of the Day 03/12/10. Daily diary picks 05/30/10, 08/23/10, 08/30/10, 12/12/10, 04/20/11, 04/24/11, 06/25/11, 07/15/11, 12/14/11, 01/15/12, 01/19/12, and 02/07/12. Winner of Cat and Dog Plaza's New Year's photo contest 01/08/12. Cat of the Day honors 01/13/12 (Friday the 13th). Gunnarr T was named Dreamboat #62 by the lovely Samoa on 01/26/12. Winner of Cat and Dog Plaza's Valentine's Day Photo Contest 02/23/12. Daily Diary Picks 02/27/12, 04/26/12, 05/27/12, 06/11/12, 06/18/12, 06/24/12, 07/21/12, 08/06/12, 08/20/12, 08/24/12, 12/22/12, 02/03/13, 02/17/13, 05/11/13, and 05/20/13.
I gotta tell ya all how bad my sister cat is. When mama comed home from gettin her eye fixed at the hos-pitl, she was wearin what she and daddy called a medical alert bracerlet. It was bright green plastik. Peekie thought it might taste good, so in the mornin when she was gettin luvs from mama and daddy, she bitened mama's arm and made her skream. Peekie sed she was just tryin to taste the bracerlet and her toofies slipped. Yeah, right.
The first night when mama and daddy were sleepin, Peekie went to the kitchen and stole one of the little eyedropper thingie bottlers off the counter. It had a cool taggie on it, and Peekie wanted to play with it. She carried the eyedropper thingie bottler through the livin room and started battin it round in the hall. Mama woked up and asked daddy to see what was goin on. When daddy turned on the light there was the Peekster with the bottler lookin guilty. I catnot bleeve she did not even get in trubl. Daddy just tooked the eyedropper thingie bottler and put it WAY high in the cupboard where Peekie could not reach.
The very worsterest thing is the Peekster tried to get me to help her steal the bottler again to play with it. She akshly thought I would let her stand on my shoulders to reach in the cupboard and get the eyedropper thingie. Well, I gotta tell ya, I am the GOOD kitty, and I would not help her. Mama calls me her little "heart healer," and I take that sponsibility real serius. Yeah, I do. I think I will let the Peekster get into her own trubl; I am not helpin.
The Peekster and I got a new job, so we may not be here much for awhile. Mama gots to get her eye fixed at the hos-pitl. When she gets home, me and the Peekster gotta take cares of her. We been thinkin of all the things we can do to help mama like sleepin on her to keep her warm and tryin to get our own kitty chow and stuff. Daddy will be here for a few days, and mama sez she hopes she will be all finerer when daddy has to leave for Bozermun. Akshly, Peekie and I hope mama will be finerer real quick too, cuz we would rather play than take cares of her. We do always stay on the bed all day with mama if she is sick, so I guess we can at least take turns makin sure mama is OK if she is not finerer.
I just hope Peekie doesn't gobbl up all the chow if I am watchin over mama.
The Peekster and I made a new friend here not too long ago. He is a real cool kitty with a mama who wants to make a new home for all of us if you are innerested, His name is Commander Sir Snowy, and this is his ID number: http://www.catster.com/cats/1316096. His mama sez if enuff kitties and pups are innerested, she can make us a new home. Please at least check out his diary entry and think bout it.
Maybee it is time for us to dry our tears over Catster and start buildin somethin new. Yeppers, we all say we built the Catster community, so why can't we build anuther one? Sure, it might take awhile, and it might not be zactly the same, but who knows? Maybee it could even be better. Just check it out, pleez?