Moo Cow


Norwegian Forest Cat/Breed Unknown
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Age: 19 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 12 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Subermoo, Mighty Maxi Moo, Chester Hopewell (tm), Moon Pie, Sid Caeser, Mookie Wilson, Mooburoo, The Moo, Secret Pink Nose, Cross-eyed Mooey, Super Moo

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

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Birthday:
March 15th 1995

Coloration:
Black and White

Likes:
Cleaning himself, sleeping, chasing his sister, sleeping on Dad, being petted and loved on, head-butting, getting lots of attention from his many fans, eating, watching the squirrels and birds at the bird feeder, taunting the neighborhood cats

Pet-Peeves:
THE VACUUM CLEANER, The Moo also hates not being fed on time, and having an unclean litter box (he poops on the floor when this happens). The Moo dislikes being petted with what he considers dirty hands, and hates being petted while he bathes.

Favorite Toy:
Anything with catnip in it

Favorite Nap Spot:
The bed, or any chair with a back particularly the computer chair, Mom and Dad's lap, Dad when he's in bed

Favorite Food:
Any wet food, tuna when he can get it

Skills:
Moo Cow is remarkably clean. He gets himself so clean he can be blinding. He's a proficient door opener, and suck-up. If you're sleeping and Moo wants attention he will scoop up your hand onto his head with his nose, he relieves upset tummies by massage

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Moo Cow was a shadowy figure eating the food on the porch being left for another stray. For about a week he could only be seen as a streak of black and white, fleeing when the front door opened. After a few days he decided to make formal introductions. He walked right up to the porch and started prancing and singing. It wasn't long until he was inside. After his initial doctor visit/surgery, he came home for good. He wreaked of motor oil or kreosote, and had "nicotene" stains on his paws. He spent days cleaning himself until he gleamed. He has been immaculate ever since. Funny thing about his name is we thought he was a girl. We hadn't really gotten to check. The vet set us straight, but the name stuck. He's never really complained, as long as he gets the attention he demands.

Bio:
The Moo's mother was "Big Mama," a tortie/harlequin cat that must have birthed every feral cat in the neighborhood. She definately was the mother of all the cats I took in from my porch as I would often see her encouraging them to go there. The last batch before I moved was a litter of eight for whom I found homes for all. His father was most likely a cat I named Spooky who had a habit of creeping on the roof of my porch to check on his progeny, or mooch a meal. Moo Cow now lives with his sister Nora and his dogs Isabel and Rosie. He is currently appearing under his pseudonym Chester Hopewell in a series of children's fantasy novels being written by his dad. He is very excited to be immortalized, and have a copyrighted name. This only feeds his ego, though he still consents to live with us. Beneath the celebrity he is a total ham, and an all-around Super Moo, not to mention the friendliest, coolest, and greatest cat we've ever known. He's been his dad's constant companion for 9 years and at this point has gained Little Brother Status. Life is a glorious enterprise with Moo on the scene.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Worship me for I am THE MOO

Secret Kitty Love:
Yoshimi

Most Bizarre Fetish:
Licking plastic plants

Super Powers:
Ultra Brite Fur, Prancing Feet, Silent But Deadlies

Secret To Success:
Cleanliness

For Uncle Jerry; Box of Rain:


I've Been On Catster Since:
February 16th 2005 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
118724


Meet my family
Cosmic Isabel
Roverandom
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Dynamic Duo
Shelly

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It's My Party and I'll Bathe if I Want To!

March 15th 2008 1:26 pm
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Yes, it's my birthday today. I'm 13 years old today. So how am I celebrating? I spent some time sitting in the window feeling my inner sunbeam, took a nap, slapped Banjo in the face for following me around, and had a bath.

With President Isabel's permission I have launched an exploratory committee to stir up the pot about my running for President of the United States. President Isabel has decided to use her super delegate vote to endorse Hillary Clinton for the 2008 Democratic Nomination. Then she remembered that she's not a Democrat. But she still wants Hillary because of all the remaining candidates she thinks she is the least scary.

"Obama is a duplicitous liar and a fraud," President Isabel stated in a recent press conference. This came on the heals of her announcement that she will not run for the Presidency this November. But the possibility was raised that she would flip flop on the decision if my campaign manager (Dad) fired me for urinating on his Temperpedic slippers that he got for his birthday from Mom. No word yet on my future campaign, but it's not looking too good. Dad says that he can't risk me urinating in the Oval Office. I keep trying to reassure him that as long as the Secret Service Keeps my box clean, and my food bowl full there won't be a problem. I don't think he's buying it.

Anyway, happy birthday to me!

 

Happy New Year Moo

December 24th 2007 11:07 pm
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Well little brother, it's almost 2008. Twelve years we'll have been together. You've moved with me at least half a dozen times, and this year you did it again. Only for the first time in a long time there are new cats involved. You've tried to take Banjo under your wing, but he didn't fit. Now sometimes I think you wished you had thumbs so that you could build a box, lead Banjo inside, and lock him away for the rest of eternity...or at least long enoughfor you to remember what it was like without him constantly following you around. But you really can't blame him for the desire to hang with the world's softest, cleanest, most magnificently perfect and wonderful cat on earth. He does have his merits. He's managed to draw Rosie's attention from you so you end up not getting licked as much.
And he is kinda cute, though not very bright.

Then there's Mama Cat. I don't think either of you have anything to say to each other on any subject, but at least you're not trying to kill each other, which in a house of 2 dogs and four cats is a really big deal. Everyone seems to be finding their place, and all is well. This must be what Glasnost felt like, but we have toilet paper.

Speaking of toilet paper we have some new cat litter. You seem to like it and pee in it heartily, but we know that if the box does not meet your exacting standards you will take a Dump of Vengeance. You've been most pleased lately your Excellency, and we hope to be able to extend to you the level of service to which you have become accustomed. Stopping the drought I think would be a nice gesture. We did start giving you more canned food, so how's about it?

You seem to be over your cold. I was worried this might be a repeat of the sinus infection of 2000 when I had to hand feed you water through a dropper and put a thermometer in your butt 2-3 times a day, and of course there were the antibiotics, which was at least in a liquid form. You and your sister with the holding of the pills...you couldn't just swallow them? But you're over the cold and back in the pink.

Otherwise, you continue to be the most Magnificent and Superior of Moos. You have reclaimed your rightful place on the bed, and are as warm, soft and silky as ever. Thanks for putting up with the journey. It's been a delight having you come with me. You are my special little guy. Have a great, healthy, and happy 2008 buddy.

 

It Is My Birthday--Worship Me Or Die!!!

March 15th 2006 3:10 pm
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Yes it is my birthday and you shall prostrate yourselves, don sack cloth and ashes, ply me with fish or I shall rain fire and brimstone upon all sinners who have not come unto my holy mountain to proclaim my worshipfulness!!

Now watch me strut *Stayin' Alive*

Well you can tell by the way I lick my butt
That I'm super clean
I'm a great big slut.

Kissin' butt and slappin' dogs
I'm a plumpy furry tuna hog.

But it's alright it's okay you can't look the other way
I'm so clean I'm so bright
Worship me or your crops will blight

Somethin' somethin' somethin' yadda yadda yadda yadda
Stayin' Alive stayin' alive.

 
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