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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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Special Gift Box:
The family of Happy, Thorgal in loving memory, Lars, 1996-2007, Richard 1989-1996, Mumtatz Mahal and more!
The family of Saphira, Nonsense (RIP) and Viola (Madame Viola)
Timo Katze - DB #105
Timo Katze - DB #105
Mumtatz Mahal

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Gotcha Date:
April 25th 2011

March 4th 2011

Black Smoke

Playing chasing games

No-one else wants to play at 5am

Favorite Toy:
Da Bird

Favorite Nap Spot:
His bed by the window

Favorite Food:
Crunchy biscuits

Making up his own games

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

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Henry (now an
Angel Cat,

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Toby's Diary

Dare we hope?

August 21st 2016 10:23 pm
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Last we heard Lady Catster was having a big think about everything and was not to be disturbed. We're been purring that she decides that our blogs can keep going but we haven't heard anything.

Not much news here. Josie went to the vet. She and I had upset tummies and I got better really fast but she didn't. She reckons she did but mum says the tray tells a rather different story so off they went.

Josie said there were two very bad moments. Having prodded and poked her and put the thermometer you know where - finally the vet released Josie. Josie jumped down off the bench to where she had seen mum put the basket but the basket had vanished. She looked all round and panicked, convinced that meant she would have to stay there for ever. But my mum had picked up the basket as Josie was jumping down.

The second moment was as my mum was paying. A woman walked in with a basket and greeted the receptionist saying, "I'm from Cats Protection League". My mum looked in the basket and said, "What an adorable kitten." Josie was afraid we might end up with another. But mum looked at the vet bill and said she can't afford another. Narrow escape!!

Josie now has medicine in her food. I think she's getting better; hard to tell with that one.


So this is goodbye

August 8th 2016 10:10 pm
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By the time my mum came back from work Josie felt well enough to come and greet her. That made my mum happy.

She fed us and Josie had a few chunks. Not me though.

"This is not soup." I got soup when I was poorly and I had been looking forward to sharing Josie's when she got hers. I was disappointed to find normal food.

Mum said she had looked for soup but they don't stock it where she works. She works in a bit of a rougher borough than where we live. (Mum wants it pointed out that she works in the only borough in the UK with its own cat protection officer. "Is that your job?" I wanted to know but she said that if she saw sad, abandoned cats all day she would bring them home so I'm glad it isn't.)

"So this is goodbye then," said my mum.

"But Josie seems so much better. I think she's going to be just fine," I said.

"Tomorrow all the Catster Blogs will be gone. All that love, all those memories, all those funny stories, all that shared heartache. Gone." My mum was sad.

But she's wrong - because love and happy and funny and sad never go. The words and pictures will go but they're on the puters. The cats and their peoples (and even the dogs some of my friends live with) they all go on, having stories and loving each other.

My mum is talking to some of the other mums on e-mail so hopefully we'll all find a new home for our blogs but until then Josie and I send purrs and thank yous to everyone.


Poorly cats

August 7th 2016 10:02 pm
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I was right as rain when we all went to bed on Saturday night but I woke up in the night feeling very peculiar. Uh oh! And I was sick. I went to sleep on the arm of the sofa and there I stayed.

I didn't want any breakfast and didn't want to move at all. My mum was sad and kept rubbing my head and saying "You're really not yourself, poor lamb."

I am pretty sure I was not a lamb. I just wanted to stay put.

I started feeling better later that morning. My mum went out and bought me some soup which I ate and then wanted another sachet.

"I have no more," she said, which was not an acceptable answer and so I told her. "It's good to hear you meow again."

But her happiness was short lived. Now Josie seems to have the same bug. She came in at supper time and went straight to bed. No supper and no breakfast either. Hopefully she will be betterer as fast as I was.

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