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Age: 6 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Baileykins, Bailoo, Booboo, Honeybunny, Sweet baby...Bailey Dawg, Yo!

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:

Gotcha Date:
October 1st 2010

August 10th 2010

Seal Point

Creating new games and teaching us how to play. Well, and Treats of course.

He hates being held and cuddled when he wants to get off our lap and play.

Favorite Toy:
Right now... a yellow catnip pillow (tiny) with a bunch of blue feathers, a red string. He licks the feathers until they are juicy and disgusting, and then wants to either sleep on his toy... or play catch.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Right inside his mesh "laundry basket" bed, on his pillow and blanket. It is right next the mama's pillow on her bed.

Favorite Food:
Fancy Feast, Crab and Shrimp flakes with gravy. And sour cream.

He likes to stare at the second hand both of our clocks, and make little whiny chirping noises, because he thinks it's a bug.


Arrival Story:
My mommy adopted me when I was just barely 6 weeks old. I had a very interesting life, because my Mommy cat had 10 kittens, and could not feed all of us. So, Tonya, got kitten milk and hand fed all of us since we were born. By the time my went to my new home, I was used to being handled, and kissed all over my face, and loved, and I had never been outside until the day I went bye bye in the car to meet my new Mama. She had a beautiful basket for me, and lots of toys. I stayed in one room with her for about two weeks because I was too scared to meet the giant black cat that lived down the hallway. Finally, I got brave enough, and now we are good buddies. Now I sleep in a mesh laundry basket that I insist on sleeping inside of, so my Mama got me a paw print blanket and soft pillow. Usually I sleep with some of my favorite toys.

My kitty mommy was a beautiful Siamese, and my daddy was an American short hair. That makes me a unique and beautiful Snowshoe. I take most things in stride, have much patience, and love everyone in the family. Sometimes when people leave, I walk up and down the hallway looking for them and hollering loudly to let the world know that I am not okay when any of my people, especially my mommy leaves the house. Sometimes I get on top of the refrigerator and knock thinks off with my paws (until I am scolded). I always feel better when all of my humans are at home where they are supposed to be. I really like treats... especially little bites of the meat inside a Burger King Whopper, sour cream. I taught my mama how to play fetch with my shaky mice. I bring them to her, and she throws them for me to catch... pounce on... wrestle to the ground, and flex my kitty muscles. One of my favorite games: bat all of my little shaky mice under the stove or the dryer (until all 20 of them) are lost, and them mom has to move appliances around to find my toys. This is really fun. (for Bailey).

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Savage Hunter of Shaky Mice!

I'm very smart. These are all the words I understand: Up, Down, No, No Bite, No Scratch, Treats, Tuna, Dinner, Cuddles, Get that Mousey, Get Down, Kisses, and Lick Lick.

I've Been On Catster Since:
January 2nd 2012 More than 5 years!

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Oh, the clock is so high up on the wall...

The Unattainable Second Hand

January 10th 2012 1:48 am
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I jump. I leap. I creep and sneak. I stand on the table, and watch the second hand on the clock go around, and around. I try to talk to it with little chirpy noises, and stretch my neck as far as I can. Some days, I only indulge in clock watching for a minute or two. Other days, much longer. Today was a wonderful day. Somebody propped a mattress up against the wall and I was able to climb on top and actually reach the clock. I lay down and rubbed my head on it lovingly. Finally! Then they moved the mattress. Guess it's back to the table. Or more likely, time for a nap.

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