Nos


Burmese/Breed Unknown
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Home:Middle Of No Where, Canterbury, New Zealand  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 15 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Puss Puss, booger,brother, *** *******, battle cat

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Birthday:
November 4th 2004

Coloration:
Black

Likes:
Hunting, beating up the dogs, meowing for sachet when he's already eaten.

Pet-Peeves:
Cat biscuits, wanting to go outside and being expected to stay in.

Favorite Toy:
The dogs.

Favorite Nap Spot:
In the hayshed or on Dadda's side of the bed

Favorite Food:
Sachet with gravy

Skills:
He's amazing

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
As we were moving to the country is was decided we should get a cat as the lady of the house hates vermin with a passion, odd because she's not a cat person either. Nos is Daddas cat and he was special chosen by him, and that how the little black kitten came to live with us.

Bio:
Nos is a very good hunter and spends most of his days roaming the neighbourhood farms. We don't think we would like to meet him in a dark alley on a bad day. But then he comes inside and is the most affectionate cat, you wouldn't realise he had just been outside battling rats.

Lives Remaining:
6 of 9

Forums Motto:
I'll get you when you least expect it.

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 19th 2010 More than 4 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
1123184


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Aunty AbigailKenzieTurbo

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I am one amazing cat


There has been a lot of trouble at the okay corale!

March 14th 2011 1:19 am
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The home I have loved most of my life was ruined in the earthquake in september. I spent many happy nights in that house, causing Mumma grief and letting Dadda know that brother puss was on his side!

About two weeks later the family moved into the woolshed and Dadda said it was like they had moved into my house. Three weeks ago we had another devastating earthquake and my family moved to a farm house up the road as Dadda can not do winter in the cold with his heart condition. Mumma and that child could tough it out but not Dadda, we can not risk losing him again!

I don't go that far up the road! Mumma says there is an awful family up the road further who are bad to cats!

I didn't go with my family, they took the dogs but decided that I would stay at home for as long as I could as they feel happier at home, and I was until I realised they had gone. It was just me and some horses and I longed for human company.

Mumma came home on Saturday and I meowed loudly at her and she asked if I wanted to go in her truck, but I politely declined as her and I do not get on.

And then the family's favorite alcoholic neighbour went to the new house and said she had come to help get "the puss puss" as she is so good with cats.

Her and Dadda came and put me in a box with a blanket over the top. I fair fought to get out of that box as I belong to my beautiful home by the sea and I was worried about where they were taking me! I escaped from the box and Dadda had to put me in a possum trap of all things!

Mumma, as bad as she is, she was worried for me when I came in the possum trap fair meowing boardering on growling. I was put straight to bed and feed real pussy cat meat and I was very happy.

If I go back home it is only one kilometre up the road and I now know where Dadda sleeps and he said I am more than welcome to meow loudly at his window if I want to sleep on his bed!

 

There have been accusations, AGH

June 29th 2010 1:02 am
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Dadda went for a drive in his new tractor and met the farmer over the road.

This farmer is a grumpy man without a wife. He just has heaps of cats who are useless at hunting and I have had to point out to them that a working farm cat lives a better life than ones who sleep all day and night.

He told Dadda that I have been bombing his rubbish bin and he has caught me several times on his kitchen bench.

I don't know what Dadda said to do with me but I think I will cool my neighbourhood visiting for a while.

 

That young pup

June 3rd 2010 2:24 am
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I know when a new puppy is introduced to most households, they annoy the other animal so much, they soon get put in their place, but I sort of like the new pup. She has a certain quality that I think is just magic.

She never gives up!

Yes, I claw her and she cries, but she really likes me and wants to know where I have been and whats been going on beyond the farm gate.

So I tell her and she never believes me.

She doesn't believe I have employed a whole team of cats up the road and that they work for me. She doesn't like the sound of a random fire or that I visit and old lady up the road.

I just wonder how I can tell her what happens out the farm gate and wonder when she will ever believe me!

 
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