Nicknames: The name he normally goes by is Socko but we sometimes call him Sock, Sockey, Little Socko, Johnny Socko, Sweety, Sweetums, Stinker, Stinkeroo, Stink, Sockoroo
Gotcha Date: July 30th 2010
Birthday: June 18th 2010
Coloration: Orange Tabby
Likes: I love to explore new things and fight with other cats. I also enjoy it when people get in the floor and play with me.
Pet-Peeves: None! I'm fearless. I don't like being alone too well though, but I can tolerate it.
Favorite Toy: I'm obsessed with my little feather toy on the stick. I also like to drag socks out of the laundry basket and playing with them there.
Favorite Nap Spot: I love sleeping on the footstool best, but my mommy's pillow and anywhere that has a comfy blanket or something is still just a pawsome place to sleep!
Favorite Food: I love Fancy Feast, all kinds of different flavors of temptations cat treats (although my mom says it's hard to give them to me because I nearly knock the bag out of her hands), and I also like ice cream (to a point), and Purina Cat Chow.
Skills: I am great at dragging socks out of the "laundry" basket and jumping and running after my latest prey target (feathers on a stick).
Arrival Story: In March 2010, Mr. Big died at the age of 16. Our relative's tabby cat kitten brothers, Beau and Buddy, inspired us to get a new kitten ourselves. The next month or so, we visited our local animal shelter. After spending at least 45 minutes hanging out with all the kitties, we had finally settled on a young, 6 week old orange tabby. We brought him home and showed him around. He seemed scared at first, but we tried our best to make his experience comforting.
Bio: Socko's name was originally Johnney back when he was at the animal sheter in which he came from, but we finally decided to call him Socko later on. But from time to time, we still like to call him Johnney Socko for fun; it just comes together.
Which is weird because I first started playing with socks after I was named Socko. I even go into my one of my guardian's bedrooms and drag socks out of her open sock drawers and bring them downstairs. Then I throw them up in the air and tackle them. I will try to catch it on video and post it on Catster if I can since Mom finally has her own camera.
I also try to get socks off of people's feet when I can. If someone sticks a sock on their hand, I will make an effort to treat it like I'm killing prey! >:)
There is nearly a foot of snow outside: the most I have ever seen. Strange because we live in Tennessee, or in the south. It's interesting because the two legged creatures keep going out there and then they come right back in freezing and shivering. They have also just put down the tree and lights recently. I just don't get it! They put it up there and then just put it right back down. The older kitties say they do this every year. Do I believe it? I can't decide.