Roger E.

American Shorthair
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Home:Huntsville, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 6 Years   Sex: Male

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Rog, Rogie, Rog-Rog, ROGER EUGENE!!

Gotcha Date:
April 30th 2011

March 2nd 2011


Arrival Story:
He had just been brought into the shelter after being at a foster home and he was the sweetest of his litter.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Im older than I look!

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Diary of the Day, 2/4/2013

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 30th 2011 More than 5 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
Arnold P.-
Sweetie Boy
10/30/1972 -

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Roger's Ravings

Sue. I HATE her!

February 3rd 2013 6:23 pm
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There's a girl name Sue-Doh-Moan-Us living in my sinuses. She's an ugly thing and makes me sneeze all the time and have goobers in my nose.

Because of this Sue broad, I had to go to college! I went to Texas A&M and saw the august Dr. John August, who is a world renowned feline internal medicine specialist. He liked me a lot, especially because I wore a Texas A&M t-shirt. He's British, and he kept saying "Roger is a lovely boy". While I was in college, I had a CAT scan. What? Like they didn't KNOW I was a cat? And they did by-op-sees of my sinuses.

I took antibiotics for 5 months and then got off them. Within a few weeks, I was sneezing again. Then Mom found out that I will probably never be cured of this Sue stuff. It may eventually make me real sick, but I'm not real sick now. I play and purr and have a good time with Stuart and Mom, and I pick on Helen.

I'm officially a college dropout and I hope to NEVER go back. I'll probably be on antibiotics on and off all my life. I'm pretty good about taking capsules, but I DON'T like liquids. Mom gives me treats after I take my medicine, so that's kind of cool.

But I wish that stupid girl Sue would just leave me alone!


Scaredy Cats of the World, UNITE!

April 14th 2012 6:17 pm
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My name is Roger, and I am a scaredy cat. I'm scared of everything. That shows good sense, if you ask me.

My Mom is annoyed by this characteristic of mine. But really, who cares? Let me explain:

When Mom wakes up in the morning, I am a lovey-dovey boy. Then she takes off her jammies and I head under the bed. Just picture the visual of a fat old lady with no clothes. Under the bed is where we ALL belong.

While she is in the shower I come out and hang out with her while she dresses and brushes her teeth. When she puts on her shoes, it's back under the bed. Shoes and the vet go hand in hand, so that is definitely a time to hide.

When she leaves for work, I hide under a chair so I can watch her leave so I know I'm safe. If she comes back in the house for any reason, I race to the bedroom and scoot under the bed.

When she comes home from work, I hide under the bed, in case she's thinking of an afternoon vet visit. If she tries to grab me and stuff me in the stroller for a walk, I hide under the bed.

If anyone comes to our house, I head straight for the bed. Where ELSE would a self-respecting scaredy cat be?

My Mom says she hates this part of my personality and says: "He's no Arnold". Mr. Arnold must have been very brave.

But I think I'm smart, because you can never be too careful. And you can never know when some horror will overtake you. What do YOU think?

I'm Roger, I'm a scaredy cat, and I'm proud!


I'm defective!

October 4th 2011 4:39 pm
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Newman says I'm SPECIAL, but really, I'm defective.

A LONG time ago, Mom noticed that I ALWAYS have a little black spot on my butt. Imagine if I walked by you and you looked at my butt. Right under my tail is 12 o'clock. The direction toward my boy parts is 6 o'clock.

Well, a long time ago, when she noticed the black spot, she tried to clean it. I was just tiny then. When she cleaned it off, it was hard like a rock. It wasn't a poopie, really, just a tiny remnant of poopie. She noticed that I have a little fold of tissue at that 12 o'clock spot.

The last time I was at the vet, they gave me some weird stuff to breath and I got really sleepy. While I was sleeping, the vet looked at my butt and saw how the poopie dust collects in that little fold. He said I was defective.

So I'm a little afraid that Mom may return me and try to get a non-defective kitty instead of me. I'm REAL afraid that she's gonna be cleaning my butt forever. Altho, I must admit, it feels good when that stuff comes off. I always wash myself after she cleans the fold.

I wonder if she returns me, if I'll find another Mom to clean my butt...

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