Wiglet


Maine Coon/Breed Unknown
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Home:Chicago, IL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 13 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 14 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Little Lord Wigleroy, The Wiggler, Piglet, Wiggy, House Lion

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Birthday:
June 15th 2000

Coloration:
Black and White

Likes:
BOXES!! Catnip bubbles, laundry, picking on his sister Lucy, dashing out of the front door the moment it's opened and running down to the first floor for you to catch him

Pet-Peeves:
Yanking the newspaper from under him, sorting the laundry with him in it

Favorite Toy:
Anything you tell him NOT to play with.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Daddy's sock drawer, Mommy's poetry books, the butterfly chair

Favorite Food:
Tuna juice, popsicles

Skills:
When he stretches out he is a full yard in length (aka, The Longest Cat in Cat-town)

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
A friend was fostering a pregnant cat and her subsequent babies. When I met the litter, a little black and white cotton ball came barrelling out from behind the sofa and attacked a dog bone twice his size. "You're coming home with ME!" I said.

Bio:
Currently a resident of the Great State of Maine, as he is not child-friendly. He is a dear personal friend of the lady of the house -- er, "farm" -- there. Wiglet enjoys a wood stove in the winter and a belly full of mice all year long.

Lives Remaining:
6 of 9

Forums Motto:
I am Wiglet, hear me roar!

I've Been On Catster Since:
January 24th 2005 More than 9 years!

I Was In The:
2005 Valentine's Day Party!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
111101


Meet my family
Lucy
(1994-2012)

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More, please

May 31st 2011 12:14 pm
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I caught a hummingbird last summer and I would have eated it except one of the elder hairless apes made me spit it out.

That's okay. I'll just sit here under the feeder and wait for seconds.

 

Cat versus Motor Vehicle: Who Will Win?

August 8th 2009 5:47 am
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Clearly I had the upper paw in the situation...but do my back legs ever hurt.

I know in my last post I said I had enough sense to not run in front of a car, and I still stand (or right now, lay) firmly by that declaration. This was not due to stupidity; rather, my superior kitty brain led me to reason that if there were no juicy mices in the barn perhaps I would find more across the street. Let us chalk it up to an on-the-job injury.

I know all these apes were "only trying to help", but they kept trying to drag me in the carrier contraption to the vet in the car and back again and my legs hurt. Of COURSE I'm going to take out one of their eyes - or die trying.

What is truly horrifying is all of this talk about keeping me indoors from now on. WHAT?! All the juicy meeses are outside! Oh, I suppose a vagrant mouse or two finds its way into the cellar, but it isn't the same. I can NOT tolerate the thought of those scampery little critters running around like they own the place.

Here comes an elder ape with my sleepy pill. As loath as I am to let down my guard, I need a break from all this pain. Plans for world domination will resume once the broken-pelvis nonsense is over.

 

I am sad. Very, very sad.

September 19th 2007 6:31 pm
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The elder ape, to whom I would give merry chase on a daily basis, has gone away. He was the one who called me in every night from mouse patrol; now, for the past three weeks the wife's been the one calling for me. I don't know what's happened, other than he was sleeping a lot before getting into a loud truck with flashing lights. I didn't see what that was about because I was hiding at the time (because unlike the toy-brained toy-poodles, I have the good sense to not run in front of a moving vehicle). Then all the other apes came over and were very, very sad. My former ape-owners even flew in from that prison they call an "apartment" in Chicago with the hideous baby who OMG is THREE TIMES the size she was when I came to live with the elder apes in Maine. I'm still baffled as to why they sent me away and kept the baby, when clearly I had seniority.

But, I digress.

I miss the elder ape. If anyone's looking for me, you can find me right here on his special chair, keeping it warm just in case.

 
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