Toby


Breed Unknown
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Home:Enfield, Middlesex, United Kingdom  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 3 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 3 years!

Rosettes Given In The Past Month:
Laura Belle


Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Mietzi Katze


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


Mum should have knowed where I was

July 24th 2014 10:37 pm
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When my mum comes in the front door she calls out a cheery "Hello" so we know it's her and that's what she did yesterday. She is always extra cheery when she comes home from work.

Then I heard her say, "Hello Josie" as Josie went to greet her. Then a pause, then "Where's Toby?"

She looked in the sitting room but I wasn't there. She looked in the bedroom but I wasn't there. She looked in the kitchen but I didn't seem to be there either.

"Where is the boy?" I heard her mutter.

She must have knowed where I was, It was so obvious. I could hear cogs whirring and then, finally, "Oh!" and she found me.

Hot, sunny day - I wanted to be out, hunting. I didn't want to waste one single second inside, I was by our magic door, poised for mum to open it. She pulled the curtain back and saw me.

"Hello little one," she smiled.

"The door!" I reminded her. She opened it and I was gone in a flash.

"And good to see you too," I heard her say as I left.

I didn't really listen, oh sweet freedom!

 

Cats are great. Really.

July 23rd 2014 10:38 pm
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Yesterday mum was all grumpy on account of Josie waking her up and being too hot. Time for drastic action to make her smile again. It was hard but I did it - one bird, freshly caught, dropped at her feet.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! Toby!!" she exclaimed. In delight I assume. She certainly vanished with it quick smart.

"Why do I have cats?" she asked. There are, of course, many excellent reasons she gets to have cats but I didn't like the way this was going. All day I pondered my plan. How to make sure she knows she loves us.

Bingo. I had it.

In the evening I waited until she was eating her supper and I went out and got in a fight. Big cat roars. Josie said it sort of worked. Mum put her tray on the floor and went running out.

"Where is he?" she asked, looking all round for the source of the yowls. She grabbed a chair and peered over the fence and looked down at Smudge.

"Is that you threatening my boy?" she asked but Smudge said firmly that no, it wasn't, so mum ran with her chair to the other fence and peered over. "Where is he?"

If she couldn't see me being all brave and heroic this wasn't really such a good plan. I leapt up on the fence so she would see my bushy fur and know I had been imperessive. She was gratifyingly pleased to see me and we went in.

The whole 'Cats are great and you love living with them' theme was then somewhat undermined by the fact Josie had seen the tray on the floor and was tucking in to mum's supper.

We need to work together on these things!!

 

Josie was naughty again

July 22nd 2014 10:43 pm
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Mum couldn't sleep last night. She rolled this way and that way, she squidged the pillows, she sighed, she put on pillow spray and cooling body spray and her fan, she muttered.

It was most inconsiderate, very hard for us cats to sleep through. Eventually, very eventually, there was sweet blissful silence.

"Is she asleep?" I called across to Josie from my chair.

Josie peered at mum's face. "Yes" she called back. Then there was a snigger. "Wasn't she funny?" Josie does a very good mum imitation. She rolled about on the mattress and she pawed at the pillows and she sighed and I laughed but then....

"What do you think you're doing?" came the voice.

Josie was so carried away with her own fun she didn't think her repsonse through but carried on thrashing her tail around and padding into the pillows. "I'm being you," she said.

"Do you know how long it took me to get to sleep?" asked my mum. Which was a foolish question as we knew exactly how long she had been keeping us awake for. Then mum sighed again, "You used to be so well-behaved." there was further argument about the desirability of a lively tortie amusing herself beside a tired human bean but exhaustion won the day and mum falled asleep, Josie curled up on mum's back and all was back to normal.

It's good entertainment for me when Josie unleashes her inner naughty tortie. Mum says it's sort of good that Josie must finally believe (after seven years) that this is her furever home however she behaves and partly bad as she did used to be so quiet and easy to live with. I say it's all good - except when Josie attacks me.

 
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