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Nicknames: BooBooKitty, Oz, my Dad's name for me...Shi**y Kitty, and my Vet Dr. Mullins calls me "Thumbs" ;)
Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Badges:
Quick Bio:
-pound cat
-extra toe(s)
Coloration: Gray Tabby
Likes: sleeping under the blankets or sheets, and picking things up with my "thumbs"
Pet-Peeves: when Mom has to clip the nails on my extra toes. The small ones next to my "thumbs" take alot of time...
Favorite Toy: water dripping, drizzling, trickling, running in the bathroom sink
Favorite Nap Spot: under all the blankets and sheets, in my own little cave
Favorite Food: Mom feeds me "good" food--hard so it keeps my teeth and gums healthy.
Skills: Because of my "thumbs" I can almost turn doorknobs with my paws, and I can open doors that aren't closed. I can pick up the strainer in the bottom of the sink...pick it up, drop it onto the floor and then bat it around and play with it...weeeeeee
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: My Mom's son lost his job, his girl and his place to live all in one week. Mom drove up to Madison, Wisc to pick him up. He and his ex had just adopted me and my sister from the animal shelter. They left me in Wisc, but next week when he came back to pick up his things he took me with him to live in Chicago! Too cool....! Here's a pic of "My Boy" and me.
Bio: Well, true love has struck and my boy moved in with the young lady who is now his fiance' (ring, but no date). She had a cat which wasn't too cat-friendly, so I ended up staying with Mom & Dad, or I should say Mom, 'cuz Dad says he's not a cat person (baloney...he always cuts our nails). I wake Mom up with a lick to her nose, and sometimes I bite at a piece of her hair. Mom doesn't mind the kiss, but she doesn't like losing the hair. Mom is a softy--she just melts when I reach up and touch the side of her face with my huge paw.
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I had a son with my lovely lady, Moonshine. She was a Manx (tail-less). Our son, Khajiit, is a Manx with extra-toes--the best of both of us. My Moonshine is gone--the vet thinks she had some type of anurism in her stomach. She was keening one minute & the next minute she was gone. She hadn't been ill at all. The picture here shows our son, Khajiit, in the foreground, me (squinting) and the lovely Moonie...
Lives Remaining: 6 of 9
Forums Motto: Life's Great under the covers...
The Groups I'm In: ♫ CLUB SPIN ♫, *** WE LOVE OUR TROOPS***, Fancypants Cafe.. Where Everybody Know's Your Name, Chicago Dogs (and Cats), Dyson Dogster/Catster, For The Love of Every Dog, Kitty Place, Mittsonian Institute fur the Digitally Enhanced, PURRS N WOOFS VILLAGE, The Playful Deed
So, I was lazin' away, kickin' back on my Dad's chest. It's warm, and one of my favorite places to lay (it drives him NUTS... heehee). Dad has this habit of flexin' and wigglin' his toes (just like us cats do) while he's watchin' tv (that drives Mom NUTS... heehee). So, in order to flex and wiggle, Dad kicked off his size 13 slippers. Thump. KaThump.
Hmmmmmm... so I figure I'd check them out. I jumped down and slipped my front paws in. One paw. Then the other. They were still warm. And I had plenty of room to stretch and flex my 12 toes and claws inside of them. A purrrrrrfect fit, if you ask me..
Right away Mom has to pull a William Wegman. Out comes the camera. Flash. FlashFlash. FLASH! Geez Louise, can't a cat sit,relax and enjoy some tv?
LuckyLucy here. Such a sad Christmas Day. I just got word that my furMom, Sheba, went to the Bridge today. She was approximately 14 1/2 yrs. Like me, Cancer never got the best of Sheba. She saved that for all who know and love her.
When I was adopted into the Chicago Crew through As Good As Gold--Golden Retriever Rescue of Northern Illinois, they placed Sheba as a house dog at a Sunrise Assisted Living facility. I was, and am, so proud of my doggy Mom. Please drop by her page at
I was having a nice relaxing sleep on DixieDog's blanket on Mum's bed. Dixie was also on the bed, but I had the soft blankie, so that's ok. Then Mum came in and DixieDog acted like a dog... wagging her tail and getting all excited and everything... and Mum didn't even have a treat with her. DixieDog was all worked up about Mum! Silly dogs...
So, she starts wagging her big gianormous tail... and it's whap! Whap! WHAP! right in my face!! I tell ya, what's a cat to do? So, I start grabbing at this cat-beater with all 12 claws and Mum says "Ozzy, No!". So I stop, but the whap! Whap! WHAP! keeps going so I grab the tail again and this time I BITE it! Not hard, but if the DixieDog is going to bat me in the face with her tail like it's a CAT TOY, I'm gonna take advantage! It's only right... a least by my reckoning...
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