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Age: 10 Years Sex: Male Weight: 14 lbs.
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Nicknames:
Tuck, Kittle-cat, Butt-head (at 2 in the morning when he wants out)
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
Tummy rubs, cuddling, going outside, and believe it or not, having his fur rubbed the wrong way!
Pet-Peeves:
Mama's inability to change the weather so he can go outside
Favorite Toy:
Pony tail holders, crinkle balls, boxes
Favorite Nap Spot:
Any box, doughnet bed, Under the Christmas tree
Favorite Food:
Iams ocean fish, ham, ice cream
Skills:
Opens doors, jumping fences, climbing the artifical Christmas tree
Dwells:
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story:
We waited 2 years after the death of Trouble, the kitty I had had for 17 years. When I went to the Humane Society, they would not allow me to take the kitten I wanted because we were watching my sister-in-law's dog and didn't know if he had his shots. The owner of a cat themed shop in town told me about Second Chance, a local animal rescue. Tucker and his sister were there and even though I looked at all the other kitties, I kept going back to him. There was an instant connection.
Bio:
Most of the time Tucker is a very tolerant cat. There isn't any place on his body that we cant touch. His eyes tend to get a little weepy so he gets his face washed regularly with a wash cloth. He hasn't figured out that as a white cat, he has no natural camouflage. He does occasionally roll around in the dirt so every once in a while, we have a white and gray kitty. When ever he is in trouble he gets himself as flat as he can and thinks that we can't see him when he does this. When he's playing, he gets very excited and hisses! He is my pscho kitty! 90 % of the time he is the sweetest kitty in creation, but every once in a while he gets that wild look in his eye. He then attacks my arms, biting as hard as he can, and is very single minded about it. The only way to stop it is to throw covers over him, lock him in the bathroom until he calms down, or put him outside. The very tip of his tail was broken when he was a kitten. It is in the shape of a stair step and give his tail this little plume at the end.
Lives Remaining:
9 of 9
I've Been On Catster Since:
| February 23rd 2005 |
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
121251
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October 8th 2005 4:24 pm
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I caught a bird for my Momma a few days ago. I wanted it to be a surprise so when she employed those useful opposible thumbs of hers and finally opened the door, I ran inside as fast as I could and tried to hide the bird beside the bed.
Unfortunately, the bird would not stop moving! He made a break for it, but I chased him down. Now the carpet is decorated quite well with little pin feathers.
When I finally got him calmed down, I placed him in front opening of the place where my Momma sits in water everyday. I was posing quite proudly when Momma came in the room.
She didn't react quite the way I thought! Why wasn't I praised for this wonderful gift? All she did was holler my name in the most disgusted tone and turn around and leave! She came back with some sort of paper and picked up the bird. I think she may have been so disgusted because I had failed to kill the bird! And I've been such a successful hunter in the past.
Well, I guess she didn't want my failure, so she took it back outside. When I went out later that morning, I immediately went to the paper so that I could finish the job and present her with a properly killed bird. However, I think that someone else has stolen my bird because I can't find it!
I guess Momma didn't like my decorating either because she got out the monster that make that roaring noise and all those nice little pin feathers got sucked right into it's big mouth!
Next time, I hope that she'll wait and let me properly kill the bird before she gets disgusted and rejects one of my gifts!
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