Art Blakey

Domestic Shorthair
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Age: 6 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Artie, Article, Narty (naughty Artie)

Quick Bio:
-three legger-pound cat-disabled

Gotcha Date:
April 25th 2011

August 25th 2010

Black and White

playing, cuddles, and food

being held for longer than 2 seconds; pedicures

Favorite Toy:
stuffed rat, long ribbon, squeaky toys

Favorite Nap Spot:
on old green towel, on his blanket by the window, or on the couch

Favorite Food:

the ability to walk on three legs


Arrival Story:
We adopted Artie from the local human society. Artie was found with a broken front left leg that didn't heal correctly, so the bone is bent sideways and Artie walks on his elbow (front left part of his body is hunched over when he walks). Artie is so sweet, we couldn't resist his charms. He makes the cutest chirps/grunts when he is excited, nervous, or wants attention.

Artie is named after the jazz drummer Art Blakey.

Lives Remaining:
5 of 9

Forums Motto:
Naughty on Three!

The Last Forum I Posted In:

Dreamboat-in-Training #27; Diary of the Day: 5/5/11; Daily Diary Pick: 10/14/12, 4/3/12, 2/29/12, & 7/22/11

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 28th 2011 More than 5 years!

Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Louis LeBeau- Cherished Angel
Elsa: Dream Girl #31 Angel

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

Meet my family
Hetty Miep
Sally LockhartJack

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Marching to the Beat of My Own Drum

Brother to the Rescue!

October 4th 2012 2:22 pm
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Now that my older brother Elvin is ancient, he usually doesn’t do much more than sleep, eat, and move his head around while Hilda grooms him. But a couple of weeks ago after lunch, he was feeling especially frisky and tried to pounce on Sally. He wasn’t rough, but he surprised Sally. She let out one of her Sally squeaks and ran out of the room. A couple of seconds later, Jack came running in and ran right over and pounced on Elvin. I guess Jack was letting Elvin know not to mess with HIS sister.


Flying Time

July 25th 2012 8:08 pm
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I can’t believe it’s taken this long for my typist to update my diary. I KNOW I’ve given her updates to make since the last one posted. Really makes me wonder what happened to them. Like maybe she’s selling them on Ebay to other cats to use. Hetty Miep swears that is true, but she also swears that if walk backwards all day while pushing a cat hair tumbleweed, my leg will grow back. FYI to other tripods: walking backwards while pushing a cat hair tumbleweed will not create limb to regrowth.

Anyway, since I last updated:

1) My kittens are no longer kittens. They celebrated their first birthday in July. Jack is now huge (only 11.3 pounds but seems much bigger). I suspect he’s still growing. He still hasn’t gotten used to the fact that he no longer has his trim kitten figure. When he jumps up on a table that a couple other kitties are sleeping on, the following things will happen: crash landing (still hasn’t gotten his brake system for the larger body figured out) followed by Jack collapsing in a pile of fur that slowly expands like a loaf of rising bread dough. Are all other cats are slowly but firmly pushed off the table by the expanding loaf of Jack. For all his clumsiness, Jack is able to catch treats mid-air with his monster paws. The humans are quite impressed by this. They say it’s like watching the chopstick scene out of “Karate Kid,” whatever that is (I guess I’m too young to get that reference).

2) Sally, although also bigger, has maintained a much trimmer figure than Jack. She is still a squeaky cuddle bug, though. She has a comment for everything and often runs around the house squeaking about something. She enjoys cuddling on the humans laps. Jack can also be affectionate but he prefers to sit by the humans rather than on the humans.

3) The kittens were finally allowed to sleep with the rest of us for several months. Then after several months of being woken up by kittens jumping on their faces at 5 am to be fed (feeding time is a ridiculous 6:45 am here), the kittens were no longer allowed to sleep with the rest of us. They are now back to sleeping in the “kitten” room. They don’t really seem to mind. Probably because they still have each other and the kitten room is their favorite room of the house anyway. I enjoy having MY pillow (the one between my humans’ heads) to myself (no more getting pushed off by the expanding loaf of Jack). My older sisters also seem less cranky with the kittens locked up in the nursery at night.

4) The remaining cats that our friend in Central California had to re-home have been adopted. No news on who adopted Chief Red Cloud or Beijo, but the rescue shelter they were at is a great one, so I’m sure they are particular about adoptions. As mentioned before, Chief Joseph was adopted by an older woman who needed company. Graciela was adopted by a couple who wanted a “couch potato.” Julie said she thinks Graciela has always wanted to be an only cat and she’s very much a couch potato, so I’m sure she’s in heaven. Jules Verne, who was terribly shy at the shelter, was adopted by two volunteers who won his trust. They have other kitties, so he’s probably enjoying playing with his new siblings. A couple of weeks after Jules Verne was adopted; Marilia was also adopted to a lovely couple who only wanted one cat. Julie is still very sad that she had to re-home her cats, but she is so happy that they all have permanent homes now. Some of you might have already read the updates in Elsa’s diary. HER human is able to make timely updates to her diary. *giving female human the stink eye*

Hope you all are having a great summer!


Vacation Time

March 28th 2012 7:49 am
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Last weekend I got to visit my grandpawrents! They live six hours away and my humans didn’t trust me to stay behind with the other cats even though the cat sitter stops by once a day. Something about me hurting myself. Just because I fell off the wrong side of the dvr once and ended up stuck in the wires (luckily my female human was there at the moment and immediately rescued me). Or maybe it’s because I’ve started jumping on the kitchen counter lately. My humans seem to think I shouldn’t be jumping down on tile flooring at that height. Just because I only have three legs. Hmph! The kittens can do it without any problem. *whispers* I want to do everything the kittens do, so they see that I’m a big boy too!

My humans didn’t want me to be lonely during the trip to my grandpawrents, so they decided to bring one of the kittens along; but they hated to split them up (since they’ve never been apart), so all three of us got to go with the humans! The older three cats stayed behind on a staycation.

My humans found a wire cage (made for large dogs) that filled the entire backseat and put a fleece bed with bumpers in it. They also put some of our favorite blankets in the cage and a tiny litter box (which we only used to sleep in). They say we howled for the first hour there (and back), but then we were quiet and snuggled with each other. We liked resting our heads on the bumpers, so my female human was really glad she got the bed. Our grandpawrents have two cats that were confined to their bedroom while we were there. We were confined to the guest bedroom (though we darted out of the room a couple of times). We loved it (especially me)! There was comfy carpet everywhere and no Hetty Miep to beat me up. Plus the weather was nice, so we got to sit in the screened window quite a bit. The guest room had a walk in closet, so the humans set up our litter box and the travel crate with the bed in there. A couple of times, I got a little nervous and was happy to have the crate in the closet to run into. Our grandma got us all kinds of toys. She said she loved having us visit and we can visit her again anytime! She also said I’m her favorite and I can do no wrong. I love grandpawrents!

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