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Toby


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Home:Enfield, Middlesex, United Kingdom  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 5 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 8 lbs.


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

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Gotcha Date:
April 25th 2011

Birthday:
March 4th 2011

Coloration:
Black Smoke

Likes:
Playing chasing games

Pet-Peeves:
No-one else wants to play at 5am

Favorite Toy:
Da Bird

Favorite Nap Spot:
His bed by the window

Favorite Food:
Crunchy biscuits

Skills:
Making up his own games

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 25th 2011 More than 5 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
1185981


Meet my family
Henry (now an
Angel Cat,
alway
Josie

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Toby's Diary


Definition of empty

April 27th 2016 11:11 pm
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I am a reasonable cat. I will eat own label food. But I will NOT eat own label biscuits. Even Josie won't eat own label biscuits. So if they are in our bowl then our bowl is empty and so I tell my mum.

We are eating Whiskas biscuits at the moment and I like them. I like them all but I like the yellow ones the best. Once there are no yellow ones left the bowl is empty and so I tell my mum.

She's a bit dim and it took her a while to work this out. Many fruitless conversations. "It's not empty, I see biscuits," and I would just look at her and sigh. There were no yellow biscuits left. The bowl was empty!

But she has got it now and I see her peer in and check and when there's no yellow we get a top up. Human training does take patience but they get there in the end.

Uncle Bill has gone back to his family and cats in Scotland. He's quite tall so I wasn't that happy when he was walking about so don't miss him so much.

 

Uncle Bill is staying

April 26th 2016 10:22 pm
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We know when someone is coming to stay as my mum takes loads of things out of the spare room and makes up the bed. She was doing this and she said, "Toby! in a cross voice and "You horrible cat. When did you do this?"

"When couldn't you be bothered to buy me the right kitty litter?"

I have very strong views on that subject. If the tray's not right I use the bed. My mum is normally pretty good on that front but a few weeks ago they sold out as my brand was on special offer and my mum tried to fob me off on something different.

She should know.

Some stuff went in the bin and mum said I had helped make her mind up about something that had to go. I did my best big eyes just in case. She can't resist my big eyes.

"Not you," she said, stroking my back, "Even though you drive me nuts. The bed has to go. In my new job they want me to work from home sometimes and this room is going to be my home office. We hardly ever have overnight guests. I'll get a foldy bed for them."

Ah - her new employers had spotted the master hand behind her presentation and are hoping for more.

We have Uncle Bill staying. He sat where my mum normally sits so I sat next to him for my petting. Mum gave him my brush and that was nice. Mum said that is clearly the arm of the sofa that I love, not her. Probably true!

 

I've noticed a trend

April 25th 2016 11:18 pm
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Mum and Josie were bickering yesterday. Josie said that my mum was wearing Josie's bed whilst mum said it is in fact a fleece for people to wear and not a cat cosy bed. Josie was having none of it.

"Remember when you put that blanket on the back of the sofa?" I asked.

"Ah yes," said my mum, "I was going to put it over my legs on cold winter evenings."

"And why don't you ever do that?" I asked.

"Because Josie is asleep on it mostly," she replied.

"Correct. And why did you have to get a second lap tray?"

"Because Josie likes to sleep on the base of it," mum said.

I knew all this. I had a point to make.

"And why don't you get to wear your new fleece very often?"

A pause. A mumble.

"Speak up."

"Josie sleeps on it."

"That's right. Are you noticing a trend? Everything that you have to make your life cosier gets taken by the tortie."

Never any harm in reminding my mum of the many reasons that I am the superior cat.

 
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