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, thanks to all the kitties and doggies who wished me and the Peekster and Angel Mups a Merry Kissmouse. Peekie has her birfday right before Kissmousem,so she gotted mousies for her birfday. I got to play with em, though, and she could not stop me.
For Kissmouse, Santa Paws brought me a blue mousie and Peekie a Peekaboo pink bunny. They gots catnip inside and some stickery stuff so mama can put more nip inside. Mama throwed the yucky old nip that comed with em away and put our good nip that mama grows just for us inside. Yum! They smell lishus!
We hope all our friends on Catster and all their mamas and daddies had a wonnerfullerest Kissmouse.
Jeepers, it has been ages and ages since I have written a diary entry. I just wanna thank all the wunnerful friends who sent me birthday prezunts. Now I am gonna tattle on my mama, well on daddy too. Mama stopped by Catster to see if anythin was goin on, and she saw all the prezunts for me. She started thinkin. Was it a hollerday? Nope. Hmmmmm. OMC!!!! Then she reelized that it was my birthday. She ran out and told daddy they forgotted my birthday. They should both be shamed of themselves. It was just a good thing a little sample of Fancy Feast comed in the mail the day before my birthday, and mama opened it to see if Peekie and I would eet it. The Peekster wouldn't get anywhere near that yummy fishy stuff, but I loved it. In fact, I loved it SO much that mama would not let me eet it all for fear of upsettenin my tummy. I got the second part on my birthday, so I did sorta get a treet. What kinda mama and daddy forget their purrfect little boy's sixth birthday?
I guess I gotta love em anyway cuz they are the only parents I got. Mama did tell me how sorry she was and how amazed she is that I am six already. Peekie is only fives, so I feel reel sperior.
Last week we got to go to Butte, America with mama and daddy. They went to see Our Lady of the Rockies. Mama sed she is huge, 90 feet tall and up on the top of Saddle Mountain. We could see her out the campster window up on the mountain.
Our house sitter will be here again next week when we get to go to Alder, Montana, for an autumn vacashun. It is gold country, and mama and daddy will take rides up into the mountains and see old buildins and stuff. I think they are goin to Crystal Park to dig for crystals too. Oh,and they are gonna go to Bannack, Montana, too. They may get to pan for gold and garnets too. Mama sed we can even take the stroller so Peekie and I can take rides at the campsterground. We might even have to take our kitty coats!
Thanks again to all the kitties who are still hangin on at Catster and rememberin their friends' birthdays. We come once in awhile but not much anymore, partly cuz Catster is broked but also because mama and daddy have had a crazy summer.
Earlier this month mama and daddy went to the real country Christmas at Virgelle. The anteek store and the old bank were open with lotsa stuff to buy. Mama looked at stuff and enjoyed lookin but did not need to bring any stuff home. Well, until mama and daddy went down into the baser-munt. It is a kinda do-it-yurself place. Up on top of some trunks there was this thing mama calls the rocky swans. She has been lookin at the rocky swans for bout four years, but they were too spensive. See, the first thing mama thought when she seed the rocky swans was that she could take pictures of me and the Peekster sittin in the rocky swans, but she would not pay much for what she calls "cat props." So, every year when we went to Virgelle for our vacashun, mama looked at the rocky swans but left em there. This time mama asked daddy to read the price tag cuz some stuff was on sale. When daddy said $10, mama squeeled and told daddy not to let go of em. Mama and daddy thought the rocky swans used to cost $40, but when mama cut the tag off when they got home, the rocky swans were $48, but mama onliest paid $10.
Well, about the rocky swans. See, they are a homemade baby rocker thingie. Mama sez the swans are plywood. There is a little seat and a place for the babies (me and the Peekster) to put their feet and a little bar they can hold onto. Well, me and the Peekster don't need no bar or the little footrest.
When mama paid Uncle Don for the rocky swans, mama told him she was gonna take pictures of me and the Peekster in the rocky swans even if she had to glue our butts to the seat. OK, don't get all eksitered. She was just kiddin. Anyway, Uncle Don told her to send a him one of the pictures, speshly if our butts were glued to the seat.
Mama put the rocky swans in front of the Kissymouse tree, and Peekie and I sniffed all the new smells on em. Then I climbed right in! Even when the swans tried to rock, I stayed on the seat. After awhile I got bored and left, but later mama used treets to lure me back in. I will climb right in the rocky swans now and let mama rock em back and forth. Sumtimes I even climb in and sit there hopin mama will run for the treets. So far, my plan is not workin, but I am not givin up. The Peekster is not as thrilled with the rocky swans, but mama is gonna work with both of us so we get comfy with sittin in the rocky swans so she can take lotsa pictures. Peekie and I feel pretty speshl cuz we do not know no other kitties who have rocky swans.