Barney Joe Thunderbear

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Home:Springfield, MO  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 7 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 15 lbs.

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Special Gift Box:
The family of Rebby Angel Dreamboat #55, Kody and ♥ Princess ♥

Barneby Jones, Terrible Jones

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:

February 14th 2010


To sleep on Mommi's bed and waller

none so far

Favorite Toy:
Kitty tower way high up

Favorite Nap Spot:
on Mommi' s bed and the middle of the floor in the dining room

Favorite Food:
Bread and 9 Lives dry

Bouncing off the walls and furniture; sleeping


Arrival Story:
I bread his mother to one of my cats. He stole my heart when he was born on Valentines Day.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
I am lion, hear me roar!

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 15th 2011 More than 6 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

Meet my family
Angel Pie Joe
in Loving
Loving Memory
KittymanViolett, In
Loving Memory
Itty Bitty
Kitty (Martha
Izzy-In loving
Bunny (Baby)
(Baby Peaches)
Freddy Mercury

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This Is My New Diary by Barney Joe Thunderbear

LIFE in a HOUSEFUL of ANIMALS---by Barneby Jones Thunderbear- the Lion-Hearted

February 17th 2013 8:37 am
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Dear Diary,
Well, life is going along pretty good these days, *knock on wood*. IF you discount the shananigans of the *dogs*, the rest of the Thunderbear cats, and of course the silliness of Freddy Mercury Thunderbear the White, my sort-of brother. He has taken to lying about nonchalantly and then swiping the ankles of whichever human walks past him. And with CLAWS!! Mommi, rightly so, does not understand this behaviour, and although de-clawing would cure Freddy M. from this activity, Mommi & them are stricly agains this practice. Long ago, when my uncle Opie Thunderbear was ill (all his life) with Crohn's disease, they had to have him declawed as they were having to give him medicines all his laif, and he would tear whatever human was administering said meds, to the point he was literally impossible. Mommi has always felt guilty about this de-clawing of Opie, but she and Ro felt like there was just no other way, as they tried all manner of methods of restraining him, including nearly sitting on him, and he was traumatized every time. *sigh*. Well, anyway, they did the best they could. As for Freddy Mercury (he now calls himself "Freddy Mercury the Wise" something I will cure him of as soon as I can pounce on and thrummel him soundly) attacking ankles just seems to be something he loves, and Mommi told Ro, "We COULD wear some sort of armor on our legs and feet, like combat boots." They have already tried thick socks, and Freddy just gets hung up on the socks and falls into a mad frenzy of panic. As of now, they are at a loss as to what to do. And actually, the band-aids on their legs and feet sorta temper the blows....



January 31st 2013 8:51 am
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Dear diary,
I don't know who Mommi thinks she is, But She Had Better Watch Out! (as my daddy used to say :)---but she had better get with program and bring on the Fancy Feast---I got some for a few days there, and now she is trying to tell me she has run out. I say Run Out and Get More!! *hmph*. Like I can subsist on dry food. She pulled another mean trick on me the other week when she gave me some tasty bites of boiled chicken. Then I didn't get anymore as it ran out and I wondered how hard can it be to catch a running chicken?
SO, today I come into the kitchen looking at her expectantly, and what does she do? Well, I happen to like my water with ICE IN IT, so, wrongly reading my mind, she got me a fresh bowl of water with ice cubes that fall out of the refrigerator and she put water in (it falls out of the refrigerator too--you just put a bowl or something under it and it comes out!) and gave me it. Well, I cannot resist ice--my uncle Opie (r.i.p) was the same way. So I lapped happily away at my water (Opie used to sort of circle the bowl with the water in it, then get all positioned in front of it, then delicately lap it up--Mommi says it was hilarious, you would think he was eating cavier, whatever that is).
HOWEVER---I will wait patiently for some Fancy Feast but it had better be forthcoming by tomorrow sometime....
Yours truly,
Barney Joe the Hungry


ENOUGH WITH THE JINGLE BELLS!! ---(^..^)-- BJT, December, 28, 2012

December 28th 2012 10:58 am
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Well, I don't know who Mommi thinks she is, but she Had Better Watch It! (as my Daddy Joe Thunderbear used to say). She STILL has these four jingle bells attached to my *pink* collar (yes it's pink with little diamond-like thingies--she says the color goes good with my fur color which is "champagne". Or "blonde". Good grief, I need a manly color name. Anyways.) SO, Christmas is over, and we got TREATS! Some kind of wonderful little plastic things with yummy fishy stuff in 'em. After I ate mine, I found some extra ones up on the kitchen counter and pawed at them till I got one little container loose and pawed at it till I got it knocked off onto the floor, and before I could do further damage, meaning sink my teeth into the foil covering, I was caught red-pawed by Auntie Ro, who said, "Barney Joe Thunderbear, what in the sam hill do you think you're doing?" well, I thought it was quite obvious, myself. Auntie Ro brought my purloined treat to Mommi and TOLD ON ME!!! (:O) and Mommi said I could have it, and put it on a little plate all for me, and saved a little bit for later. I have never had any food but dry food in my life, as the v-e-t said it is not good for me due to I am prone to crystals in my lower regions. (*ahem*) I would appreciate some comments on this idea, as I have decided I LOVE soft food. Mommi tried putting *water* on my dried food so it wouldn't dehydrate me--I did not care for this and made this be known by eating very little of said nasty moistend glop. SO, that was Christmas---now, I wonder if there is such as thing as New Year's treats....
Yours truly,
Barneby Jones Thunderbear

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