Nicknames: Nogsmeister, Sugar Dumpling, Non Mouser
Likes: Shnuggeling for a while and then shnoozing by himself but close to his hoomins.
Pet-Peeves: I don't like the vacuum cleaner, because I always think it might eat me. Besides, it is so awfully loud...who likes that kind of yelling???
Favorite Toy: I don't play much anymore. At my age I like to relax and watch the outdoors through the windows. My own TV Set!
Favorite Nap Spot: Next to my food dispensers, on my window perch or taking over the big bed. I also have some shnuggle places, like in a basket or a cube.
Favorite Food: I like dry food but it has to come in different shapes and colors.
Skills: Having lived in different places, I multi-meowual. Meowez-vous francais?
Arrival Story: Here is how my female food dispenser tells it:
In 1995 Nogs had been picked up in the streets by one of Craig's co-workers, when we lived in the San Francisco area, and had become his foster pet.
I fell in love with Nogie, as soon as I saw him for the first time. When we had to move to Olympia WA, my husband had the "pleasure" to drive hundreds of miles with this Katz by himself while I was on a short overseas trip. Nogie had never encountered a car ride before, and when my hubby picked him up, Nogie meowed all the way to the State of Washington...! I was certainly glad that both made it to the new area without killing each other on the way. LOL
Riding in a car has not become easier since! Whether it is 1 or 100 miles. :-)
Nogs has been with us ever since and is the most wonderful cat.
Bio: Sir Nogs, as he would like to be called, is a very sophisticated and distinguished cat, when it comes to his personality. He is insulted, when Mommy puts silly looking t-shirts on him like the one in the photo with messages saying: "I poop, you scoop!"
If he were to put clothes on, they would be Italian designer outfits, tailored to his magnificent body.
He multi-meowual but doesn't brag about it.
Nogie left the family castle as a young lad, to go out and experience life on his own and to avoid an arranged marriage to a rich but ugly Katziness from Denmark.
Siblings: - Lucky (In Loving Memory), Aussie /Border Collie
- Mickey Blue Eyes, Aussie/Husky
- Red River Willie, Gaited Hunting Mule
- Daisy & Garfield, Hidey & Fraidy, adopted outdoor mousers, who were born here by the woods at the new home
- Bungee (Our Fallen Angel), the only baby boy in the outdoor mouser gang
Would Like To: - Have a small boat fur the pond
- Learn how to fly fish to eat fish
- Become the Ruler of the Katz Nation
- Publish a Katz cook book
Wishes to: Make lots of new furiends here on Catster, because as we grow older,we are nothing without good furiends, who will listen to our mouse stories and other tales from our lives. Believe me...I know...I am a senior now!
Many purrs to Catster fur bestowing this honor on me. I am flattered, meowless, and grateful fur being the recipient.
More purrs to all the furries, who congratulated me and sent me cute gifts. What a wonderful bunch of felines you are! My honor would not be so special, if I did not have furiends like you who share the joy with me.
My furmaly is extremely pleased to have such a famous katz in their midst. My Mama is overwhelmed by this gesture and the response among the mousers.
I am contemplating to organize a purrty in honor of all Catster members to which I will invite a variety of VIPs like Tweety the Bird, Mickey & Minnie Mouse.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing like little opera stars and the chipmunks and mice have come to life outside again. This all sounds so very positive and nice, and usually I would enjoy all these beautiful gifts of nature from my window seat or the balcony...and just be a happy katz.
But noooo. Not so easy these days. The outy-inny, less-feral-than-before katz adoptees that Mom is fostering, are driving me nuts. Daisy, Hidey and Fraidy are outside all day long (thank Dog) but cannot make up their minds as to what they want. In? Out? Dry food? Can food? How about a silver tray? Golden spoon? Anything else???? (They do not get silver trays, etc...yet!)
Mom spoiled them rotten. I don't blame her, because she did the same with me and she simply loves all critters so much. However, these three mouser girls act like little princesses and expect to be treated that way.
Okay, maybe I am getting too old for all this fuss, or living inside the house with only males (other than Mom) appeared so much easier before we encountered the "invasion of the prissy ones". If I were younger, I would think they were rather cute katzies and their nagging would be part of the dating ritual. At my age I have to admit, it is a little nerve wrecking.
That's why I, Nogie, the older katz, either have to start meditating, Pilates, diaphragm breathing...or simply get a pill and calm down, when the girls come waltzing through the front door again, all loud, meowing to get their katzie haps...e-v-e-r-y single day!