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.
Hey, everbuddy. I am spendin some time with Dr. Unkl Mike today. I have been throwin up off and on for awhile now. Peekie and I finally finished our medsins for the colitis, so mama started givin us our Fortiflora. I was doin real good for the past coupla days, eatin good and lovin my Fortiflora.
This mornin mama gived Peekie and me our breakerfust. We slicked out our bowls, and I looked real happy. Mama did some stuff and comed back out into the livin room, and there was barf all over. Lots and lotsa barf...
Mama got kinda skared and called Best Friends. They sed I could come right away, and Dr. Unkl Mike would look at me and try ta fix me up.
If you could spare some purrs for me to feel better, I would sure preshiate it. If you could send some good thoughts mama's way too, that would be even better. I know she loves me lots, and she is pretty worried right now.
Hey, it is no fun bein sick right before Kissmouse. Sunday mama noticed Peekie and I were both havin die-rea. Mama still catnot figure out why we got sick. Our house, food, water, kitty litter, and peoples are all just the same.
Mama did not sleep much Sunday cuz she put me and the Peekster in the bafroom with our snuggly kitty beds, but she got up every time she heard sumbuddy scratchin in the potty so she could clean up the die-rea.
First thing Monday mornin mama called Dr. Unkl Mike. It is cold and snowy here, and mama had not drived her truck for more than a week. She was worried bout poor Sapphire even startin after sittin in the garage when it was 35 degrees below zero. Our carriers were out in the storaj shed, so mama got em and warmed em up. Then she got our blankies and stuff outta the cold closet and put em in front of a heat vent. Both Peekie and I got packed up, and mama droved us to see Dr. Unkl Mike.
We got x-aminned, got antbite shotters, and Dr. Unkl Mike looked at my poop under a microscope. He said there was lotsa nasty bugs in there, so we have medsins to take for awhile. It will kill all the tummy bugs, and then when they are all goned, we will get Fortiflora to make good new tummy bugs. That is fine with me; I LOVE Fortiflora. It is like dust that mama sprinkles on our foodies, and it is lishus! For now, we are takin medsins. Mama thinks we do not know there is medsins in the chickie pill pockets she is treetin us with. Really mama? We did not just fall off a turnip truck. Honest, I don't care as long as the treet tastes good. I did notis mama kinda pushes the treet far back so I don't chomp into it.
The good news is mama finally gived in and called healthcare.gov customer servis one more time. The nice man she talked to helped her by removin the old applicashun that would not work and startin over. Now mama has new insurance; she just hopes the insurance company knows it. She will probly spend more time on the phone tomorrow checkin up on it. Hmmmmm...I wonder what mischief Peekie and I can get into while mama is not payin attenshun.
Well, I hope Peekie sed thanks to everkitty for sendin us those cool horn thingies for Thanksgivin.
Daddy finally came back to spend time with us, but he had a big hollerday show, and he and mama were shopsterin and runnin round and gettin reddy for Thanksgivin, so we did not get any Catster time and not much tenshuns at all. I am posertiv we did not get as much as we deserved anywhoo.
Thanksgivin morning mama heard that awesome sound. Yeppers, I was barfin in the hall. I do it sumtimes when I got a hairyball from helpin Peekie keep her furs so purrfect. Mama put me in the bafroom to rest for awhile, but then she founded lots more barf in the hall. She even founded where I barfed in the beddyroom with her hand. See, she could not see, so she was runnin her hand over the carpet. Peekie told me mama made a face when her hand comed up all slimey. I am sorry mama, but I could not help it.
Later mama let me out, and I seemed fine, but I would not eat. Mama did not want me to get dehydratered, so she gived me just a teensy syringe of water. That was not a good idea cuz it made my tummy mad, and I barfed again all over the bafroom floor. I rested there for awhile more after mama cleaned all the bad stuff up. Then I seemed OK again, so mama decidered to give me my punkin cuz she thought it would be nicer to my tummy than kibble. Mama was so wronged... Mama sed the punkin got even more oranj when it comed back up on the livin room carpet. I barfed at least four times in a buncha different places.
Finally later I started actin more like myself, and mama breathed a sign of relief cuz she was worried we might hafta take a trip to see Dr. Unkl Mike. By evenin I was rollin around all cute like and wantin my tummy tickled and rubbed, and by Black Friday I was all cured. That was good cuz I would not wanna keep mama and daddy from goin out shopsterin just in case they were buyin Kissmouse prezunts for me and the Peekster.
I hope everbuddy else had a better Thanksgivin than mine. I did get a coupla teensy bites of turkey before it was all goned.