Photo Comments (2)Age: 5 Years Sex: Male Weight: 10 lbs.
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May 20th 2008
Black and White
Being involved in everything I have going on, keeping me off the computer, getting treats, and attacking the dog while she's asleep!
Being approached from behind, drastic changes in the home, strangers, and loud noises
my hair, cheap little mice, and the laser pointer in a dark room, paper, cords, and tape(I never understood why)
Favorite Nap Spot:
The top of the cat tree, and my rainbow blanket all crunched up on my bed
human food, he is very demanding if there is a burger from macdonalds involved.
super sonic hearing... he always hears the laser pointer being picked up from anywhere in the house
Roosevelt was brought to me with his mother (Lady) and her other three kittens. When I seen the group he was the first to notice, since he was the only one with color on him! The mother and the other three were entirely white. When my aunt told us they were heading for the pound I pleaded for my mother to keep them. I got my wish.
We gave the three white kittens to good homes and kept Lady and little Roosevelt for ourselves. Lady was a feral and some of her traits have passed to my little love bug, but he is getting better now that he isn't harassed all the time by my family.
Weeks before his arrival with my family Roosevelt and his siblings were in a terrible storm and were swept into a storm drain where my aunt rescued them from certain death. Indeed a lucky kitty.
Roosevelt was also present during a very stressful time in my life, in 2010 my older brother passed away due to undiganosed diabetes, and poor Fangs was the only thing that kept me together. He knew what I was going through and he would not let me lose myself with the grief I had felt. I miss my brother terribly but this loving creature showed me that life continues even when you suffer so terribly.
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Watch the teeth, they're dangerous
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Many people looking in from outside tend to see me in my master's window, or by the balcony door watching birds and other cats moving about outside. But I am far from just a window decoration, I have a very touchy life.
Almost a month and a half ago the man of the house had my owner move my litterbox, like some cheap porta-john (the nerve of him), and I have taken to urinating on the kitchen floor. I thought this would be great to get back at him, but it has only caused my master great pain.
I overheard them in a very serious debate over my mother and I. He wants the problem dealt with, or we are going to be moving. This has made my master very upset and she cries an awful lot over it, I just can't help myself some times.
I had adjusted to using the litterbox upstairs like they wanted, and then he buys an automatic sprayer that scared the daylights out of me while doing my business. Needless to say I am never going back in that room.
So where to use the bathroom, oh the same spot I had used when angry over the move, of course.
Now my master is forced to return my litter box to the first floor where I have been doing my business for three and a half years. But a new option is available, a second litterbox is now in my master's room for our comfort.
But I cannot get over using the kitchen floor. My poor master is almost at her limit and I would love some help to get past this horrible set of events and make sure I am with my master for the rest of my life.
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