Gunnarr T

American Shorthair [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Gunnarr T, a male American Shorthair

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Home:Big Sky Country  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 5 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 13 lbs.

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Me and the Peekster on the new Cat Tree

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"Me and the Peekster on the new Cat Tree"

Me and Peekie on the Cat Tree

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"Me and Peekie on the Cat Tree"

My Rocking Chair in Virgelle

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"My Rocking Chair in Virgelle"

Stroller Bums

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"Stroller Bums"

Gunnarr T

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All Grown Up

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"All Grown Up"

Playing in Daddy

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"Playing in Daddy's Jacket"

I am Gunnarr the Warrior

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"I am Gunnarr the Warrior"

Kitty Kat Yoga

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"Kitty Kat Yoga"

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Special Gift Box:
The family of Lady, Baby, Sammie and Cesar

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.

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

September 1st 2009

Brown Tabby

He loves sleeping with his humans.

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

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.

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.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

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I am Gunnarr the warrior!

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I've Been On Catster Since:
December 31st 2009 More than 4 years!

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Buggy and Not Much Fun Anymore

May 7th 2014 11:18 am
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Well, I gotta tell ya, this is the first time we have been to Catster for awhile, and mama is gettin reel tired of havin to click on everthing at least two times to get it to work. Yeah, we know; there have been problems, but they don't seem to be gettin any better, just a diffrunt one each time. We use Firefox, and mama keeps it up to date, and even that does not work very good anymore. I just wanna give all the Catster fleas a great big raspberry!


Sad, Sad, Sad

May 7th 2014 11:15 am
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Peekie and Missy Mups and I are all so sad to lose our dear friend, Smiley. He was the sunshine of Catster, always runnin round makin kitties and pups happy. He never sed a bad word bout any kitty or pup, and he was always makin us happy with prezunts and kind words. Our hearts and mama's too go out to Smiley's mom. Smiley will be much missed here.


When Will She Ever Learn?

March 31st 2014 2:53 pm
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Well, my mama is kinda slow, and daddy too for that matter. OK, so everbuddy probly knows I love plastik. I love plastik so much I catnot stop myself from tryin to eat it. Mama and daddy know, or they should know, that they catnot leave anything plastik out where I can reach it.

The nuther day when daddy was here durin art week, grampster gived mama a box of snack baggies. The box was open, but both mama and daddy forgot to putten the box up high in the cupboard. The next mornin when daddy was cookin breakerfust, mama comed out and foundened the box askew. That darned askew; he was always gettin me in trubl when I was a kitten, and he is still doin it. Anywhoo, mama took a closer look and founded a buncha baggies with teef marks all over, and some had the bottoms chewed out. Oops... I shoulda hid the everdense.

On Saturday mama went to that Wallermart place and buyed food. She buyed bread flour for makin bread. She putted most of the stuff away, but she left the bag of flour on the counter. Sunday mornin mama went to the get the newsypaper. When she comed back, there was some kitty upchuck on the floor. Mama camed to find us and try to see who did the upchuck. I was in the middler of the livin room, and mama saw somethin by me. She picked it up, and it was all slimy with kitty spit. She went to the kitchen to look at the "thing" better. As soon as she got in the kitchen, she knewed what it was. The corner of the flour bag was all chewed up.

I gotta say, mama only gived us our mornin snack before she left, and Peekie and I were REAL hungry, so I thought maybee I would get my own breakerfust. The flour didn't smell real good, but it did smell like foodies, so I tried tastin it. BLECH!!! Really terbl.

That's what mama gets for not puttin stuff away where it belongs and for bein slow bout being trained. That's my story, and I'm stickin to it.

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