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Age: 2 Years Sex: Male Weight: 12 lbs.
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September 22nd 2011
April 15th 2011
Eating, stealing things from the recycle bin, walkin' and talkin' like he owns the place, and opening the cabinet doors in the kitchen. I wish he'd figure out how to close them.
Being told 'no.'
Favorite Nap Spot:
Anywhere soft! Also he will sleep on anything that is yours and left in sleeping range. Coats, laptop cases, papers, bags, anything soft left on any floor.
Cat food only!
He's a good talker, for a cat. I'm also fairly certain he can teleport.
Strangely, I was not looking to add a cat to my household. My ex-husband had just adopted a kitten from a local shelter and I jokingly said for him 'to let me know how it's going and maybe I'll consider getting one too.' Less than a week later I went to visit an old friend of mine whom I don't see very often and she had this 5-month-old kitten she was trying to find a home for. She asked if I wanted him. As I said, I wasn't looking to take a kitten home but I fell in love with Kosmo (he purred at me and licked me and fell asleep on my jacket at her house) and so I told her I wanted to take him home. How could I say no? He's been such a love...I named him Kosmo because it seemed like cosmic fate that he became a part of my life. I didn't even know my friend had a cat! He's been a dear friend to me and a true bright spot in my life.
Kosmo shares his home with me, 1-year-old kitty brother Toro, my two children ages 13 and 10 (they are here half time), and a 5-year-old Bearded Dragon named Dingo. Kosmo has another brother - a kitty named Domino - who lives with my ex-husband full-time and my children the other half of the time when they are not here. We all live in San Jose, CA.
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|December 21st 2011
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May 15th 2012 10:05 am
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Shortly after I came to live with Mom, she bought me a little, leapard-print dome bed from Petsmart. I didn't like it. Mom showed it to me, hid things in it, and put treats in it in an effort to get me to go inside and take a snooze. I wouldn't go in it. In fact, I NEVER went in it. Mom moved it around to different places, thinking she'd find the magical combination of form and function and I would eventually 'get' it and use my bed. I still showed no interest in it, because I didn't care about it. I preferred (and still do) to sleep in a patch of sun or stretched out on Mom's bed, or in the middle of the floor. So the leopard-print bed languished, for months, unused.
Mom asked her ex-husband if he wanted it for Domino, my brother-cat-from-another-mother-cat...and the ex said no, they already had enough kitty-related items in the house. Mom then tried to give the bed to a co-worker of hers for one of her three cats. Again, my bed was of no use because mom's co-worker's cats already had their own beds, etc. She made one more attempt at giving the bed away, to another co-worker who has seven cats. Surely this man would take the unused bed. But no, it was refused again. It seemed NOBODY wanted this bed!
Time went on, and I started to enjoy sleeping in an empty kitchen cabinet. I open it myself, climb in and catch some ZZZs. For some reason, Mom got it into her head that maybe, just maybe, I might like my leopard-print bed if she put it in the cabinet with me.
She stuck it in there, in the corner, and tried to coax me to go inside. It was a last ditch effort on Mom's part. Poor her! I stared at the bed with a mean look on my face because I disliked it that much. I would leave the cabinet and come back, because I really like my cabinet, and the bed was still there. I stared at it some more. I tried to destroy it with my mind. It was there to stay...or was it?
This went on for about 24 hours and then Mom went off to work. When she came home, she saw my leopard-print bed in the middle of the living room floor, a good 12 feet away from the cabinet! While she was away at work, I dragged the bed out of the cabinet and all the way into the living room so that there would be no doubt in Mom's mind that I detested the bed! I would never use it! Muahaha! I was finally rid of it!
Happily, the day that Toro came home, he ran right into the bed and claimed it as his own. He loves it, and I am no longer tormented by it!
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