Carmichael


Domestic Shorthair [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Carmichael, a male Domestic Shorthair

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"Carmichael patiently waits for us to stop taking his picture and give him more food."

Home:Zion, IL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 5 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

*yaaawn*

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"*yaaawn*"

Carmichael braces for a flash- he hates flash photography!

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"Carmichael braces for a flash- he hates flash photography!"

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Carmichael sheepishly sneaks past his trap after it was defiled by a raccoon.

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"Carmichael sheepishly sneaks past his trap after it was defiled by a raccoon."

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"D'oh! They finally got me. Oh well, I'll try to just be an angel and wait patiently to get fixed."

Here I am recovering after my neuter surgery.  I got the luxury dog kennel digs, so I was pretty happy.  Much better than being stuck in a little trap waiting for surgery!

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"Here I am recovering after my neuter surgery. I got the luxury dog kennel digs, so I was pretty happy. Much better than being stuck in a little trap waiting for surgery!"

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Nicknames:
Peeping Tom

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

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-part feral

Birthday:
May 25th 2009

Coloration:
Orange Tabby

Likes:
Trilling and looking in windows

Pet-Peeves:
Indoor cats not reacting well to him staring in their windows. He seems utterly baffled they don't enjoy having an intact male cat trying to befriend them.

Favorite Toy:
We don't see him play- just trilling at and watching other cats.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Where he can see in a window, hopefully next to Hannah.

Favorite Food:
Any cat food is a delightful treat to Carmichael who is just happy people are generous enough to share with him.

Skills:
The power to cause chaos in the house amongst cats who are used to seeing ferals, juts not trilling intact ferals who love peeping!

Dwells:
outdoors

Arrival Story:
Carmichael first started appearing around the 2011 Groundhog Day blizzard. At first we thoguht he was Jigsaw checking in on his old haunt but then we saw him up close and there was a distinctive lack of swirls and eartip! Since then he's been hanging around sporadically in between sowing his wild oats so we've been trying very hard to trap him and get him fixed! He seems to love our indoor and outdoor cats and has let us pet him a few times so we hope once he's neutered he'll settle down.

Bio:
So far Carmichael has eluded us for 2 scheduled surgery dates. Here's hoping 3rd time is a raccoon-less charm!

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
May 25th 2011 More than 3 years!

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Catster Id:
1189188

for 2832 days


Meet my family
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MorganCricketCaliJ├╝rgen
TobyHannahLuckyNat
HeidiRileyHillaryNips
MoggieChibiMysteryJigsaw
DominicErnie
(Adopted!)
Izzie
(Adopted!)
Alfie
(Adopted!)
Lucy
(Adopted!)
Teary (a.k.a
"Bob"-Adopted!
)
EmmyPearl
Larry
(Adopted!)
Curly
(Adopted!)
Moe (Adopted!)Cream
(Adopted!)
Poppy
(Adopted!)

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The Journal of Mr. Carmichael


Finally Fixed!

June 7th 2011 6:41 pm
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The night before last night a strange thing happened. I came home from a long day of gallivanting and noticed a beautiful aroma. This strange wire box had been around for a while but now it was open and happened to have a pile of tuna sitting in it. So of course I went in, and bam! The door fell shut and I was stuck. Whoopsie! My caretaker must have heard it because she came right out and picked it up, bringing me inside with her. We went all through the house seeing lots of cool cats until she got to a room that had no cats- a room with lots of plumbing, a basket of clothes, and a big machine that blew air around and set me on top of a big box that magically keeps food cold.

I didn't panic. My nice caretakers were there so I just tried to calmly explain to them that I was stuck in the box. They didn't seem to understand my meowings. I guess some cats would have growled or hissed or scratched but I really feel that you catch more flies with honey, you know? So I patiently waited to be let out of the box, even after I made myself filthy using it as a bathroom and they had to change my papers 6 times, even all the times they fed me and put in fresh water. Finally this morning they told me I was going to go get "fixed". I was not aware I had been broken, but I was happy they were at least doing something with me and not just leaving me to sit in this box forever! So they carried me in my box out tot he car that Hannah and I often play around and put me inside it. The car made a funny sound and pretty soon we were moving- sometimes pretty fast! It was hot, noisy, and pretty scary.

But pretty soon we arrived at Care Animal Hospital and they took me out and brought me inside where it was nice and cool. I met lots of nice people there and before I knew it they pushed me to one end of the box and I felt a little pinch. Next thing I remember I suddenly got soooo tired I just fell right asleep. When I woke up I was nice and clean, I had a snazzy little "eartip" to show other potential caretakers I was already "fixed", and I felt a tiny bit lighter and perhaps that it was time to settle down with just one or two girlfriends... I was still tired so I relaxed and eventually they brought me back to where my caretakers had left and they were there waiting for me! We went into the big truck that I also like to play around when it's in our driveway and soon we were back at the house.

This time they brought me to a nice cool little room with a sink and a funny chair with a big dog cage set up. They opened my box and I hopped into the big cage and now I'm relaxing comfortably. I can't wait to get back out tomorrow- I guess I'll have to stay in a little late on account of it's going to be really, really hot. but I'm so lonely! Some of my indoor window-friends are just outside this little room and they talk to me but the caretakers aren't letting them come in to visit. Oh well. The caretakers have figured out what a sweet little boy I am and are giving me lots of pets now. They only just figured out that I really like my big orange tomcat cheeks scratched. Isn't that silly?

So my big "fixing" ordeal is almost over, it wasn't so bad. I guess because the caretakers keep telling everyone what an angel I am it's been easier for me than it is for most ferals, but I can't imagine it's too hard for anyone. If you're a "broken" feral cat and your nice caretakers put out some suspicious wire boxes with tuna do yourself a favor and walk right in!

 
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