Nicknames: Mc, Caligula, McShime, the lorax, mc dih deh, McHodor, Kamehamemclovin"
Birthday: January 10th 2010
Coloration: Black and White
Likes: Wet food! Tomatoes!
Pet-Peeves: Beavis barking at him. Hermione.
Favorite Toy: laser pen
Favorite Nap Spot: back door, top of cat condo, Vincent's box.
Favorite Food: Food? wet? gimmee!
Skills: drooling while being petted. Loves to mark armpits. Talks like crazy!
Arrival Story: Booties as he was originally named, was in a home grown cat shelter that I came into touch with through the Internet. I fostered Booties for about 1 week prior to adopting him. I thought he would fit in with the general population here.
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In May, McLovin ran out of the house while letting the dogs out. I could not catch him. He never came home. I put in a lost report with the Humane Society and listed him as lost on Kijiji and on Facebook. I have searched for him and put up posters which were torn down for some reason. If anyone has any ideas of what I can do, please let me know. He is greatly missed.
Today I gave the Barbie a special present that I made all by myself. This morning, she gave us some wet food like she always does and I went to the litter box after, like I always do. I then proceeded to give her my McLovin but, didn't realize that I had a dingleberry stuck to my bottom. As she was petting me, the aroma wafted up and she thought I had farted! When I left, she found out that I had also wiped myself on her leg!
The Barbie wasn't too upset and appreciated the "present" I left her. She used to be a nurse so I'm pretty sure that she has worn poop before. Now Barbie says I'm in poopie love with her and I Mclove it! Always remember it's the thought that counts when giving a gift!
I haven't been keeping up with my blog due to numerous changes. Recently, I went to the vet for a check up. I was duped into the kennel and yowled all the way to the vet. Barbie thought I was going to puke! I didn't though and Biggles and I went into the room for examination. I went everywhere! You name it, counters, the fridge, chairs; Barbie brought the feather stick and at the end of the visit, I was batting it.
I am a healthy guy and didn't care to be examined. My ears went back and I leaned as close as I could to Barbie. I got 2 needles and then was free to play again. It wasn't so bad. I think the car ride is the worst part of the whole thing and I cry a lot. Barbie says I am not a candidate for traveling with her when she goes camping and to tell the truth, I am OK with that. The best part is getting wet food when I got home. Yippee!