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Picture of Mortimer, a male Domestic Shorthair

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Age: 13 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11 lbs.

Thank you Grammy

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"Thank you Grammy's Crew and Awesome Kitties of Catster!"

Merry Christmas! Thank you to Friday, Bijou, Bailey & family for this wonderful photo!

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"Merry Christmas! Thank you to Friday, Bijou, Bailey & family for this wonderful photo!"

Is that a poodle peeping up behind me?

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"Is that a poodle peeping up behind me?"

I love it when you rub my belly

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"I love it when you rub my belly"

Just chillin

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"Just chillin'"

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Thank you Tabatha Dreamette #19 and KCK!

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"Thank you Tabatha Dreamette #19 and KCK!"

Did someone call my name?

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"Did someone call my name?"

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Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
May 15th 2000

Brown Tabby

belly rubs & stalking bugs, especially ants

going to the vet sends him into sheer panic

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Favorite Nap Spot:
Alec's bed or the back of the couch

Favorite Food:

Jacks may be the singer of the family, but I'm the twinkle-toes. Throw in some old man clumsiness, and I provide hours of entertainment for the family.


Arrival Story:
Mort and Jacks are littermates. We have had them since they were tiny kittens. He is totally bonded with the human son, Alec, and never leaves his side. He is very clumsy and falls alot in his old age, but he has arthritis in his front legs and bad eyesight. Tends to over or under jump his targets. He has the huge honor of being named after a legend: Cary Grant's character, Mortimer Brewster, in Arsenic and Old Lace. He lives up to the character's clumsy, scared sophistication that charms everybody. He's just missing a cleft chin.

My Catster Accomplishments: Daily Diary Pick - April 6, 2013; Daily Diary Pick - Christmas Eve, December 24, 2013

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Momma loves my beautiful eyes

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The Last Forum I Posted In:
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I've Been On Catster Since:
June 16th 2012 More than 1 year!

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Catster Id:

for 325 days

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BijouxBridgitJacksAngel Lily

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Me? DDP? How marvelous!

December 24th 2013 10:07 pm
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It's Christmas Eve today, and I got up real early and begged for my breakfast like usual. Mom saw that I had something special going on today. Not only was I waiting for Santa to come tonight, but I was chosen as a DDP - on Christmas Eve! I felt on top of the world. I ran around playing and jumping, crouching under the tree like a panther. Thank you, Diary Chick, as you're so belovedly regarded as. Thank you, faithful Catster Headquarters. Thank you for the photos Grammy's Crew and Awesome Kitties of Catster, and Tabatha Dreamette #19 and KCK! Thank you for the pmails Angel Buddie and Smiley Cassanova! And it was a day of Christmas Tree giving, so thank you to all the families who sent trees my way. Santa is really gonna have to work hard tonight to top this! Love all my friends! Merry Christmas, one and all.



No slowing down at Christmas

December 23rd 2013 8:55 pm
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I've got arthritis in my front legs. My jumping skills are something left to be desired. I gimp around the house, and sleep alot. But there is no amount of arthritic inflamation to slow me down at Christmas. I see the stocking with the cat on it. I'm very aware it belongs to the feline household members. And the tree is fair game, as long as I'm concerned. The girls like to scratch their claws on the trunk. I've got dreams, big dreams...which is what Christmas is all about. My eye is on the red and gold balls hanging all over the branches. Shatterproof balls. Mom is aware of my dreams, and prepares accordingly. I get focused, slowly approach my target, then unleash the brute force left in these old bones. Dreams of throwing like Nolan Ryan, Roger Clemmons, and Ron Darling. Wishing someone was clocking the miles per hour at which the balls fly across the room. Could it be Greg Maddox or Orel Herschiser? No, it's Mortimer. He's battling arthritis, but look at that unbelievable physical stamina! The guy is a phenomenon! I'm pitching a no-hitter, and it's the bottom of the ninth. Yes, I've got dreams. I'll be flinging Christmas ornaments waiting for Santa to bring me a catnip baseball. Every man has dreams, no matter his age or ability. You can find me under the tree. Merry Christmas!


I don't have an appetite

July 28th 2013 11:11 am
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I haven't been feeling too good lately. I went to the doctor, and they drew blood. Did I mention I was terrified?? Everything looked good on my blood results. The doctor palpated my gut, and I didn't appreciate it, but he did comment that I felt good, so I'll let this one slide. He felt my neck and said my thyroid was "slipping". This means it is becoming enlarged, but it was normal in my blood results. I don't act like a thyroid cat yet, I'm not skinny, not begging for food all the brother Jacks begs enough for the whole household with his thyroid condition. I actually am not eating. Mom has gotten me to eat small portions of canned food, but now I'm not eating at all. She is worried. They all love me around here, I'm comic relief. Now, I just lurk around...watching the others eat. I dodge mom, running away, fearing she will grab me and force me to return to the doctor. I'm not too macho to admit I'm a hopeless chicken. My photo is within the definition of scaredy cat. I know that if I don't start eating, she will find me hiding in the corner. If only I had better hiding spots.

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