Leave a treat for Dallas Nicknames: Big Cat with a Little Head, F'Kitty (fat kitty), Buddy, Stinko, Monster, Fatty Bo Batty, Poop Cat Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-pound cat
-cat rescue
Birthday: September 1st 2004 Coloration: Gray and White Likes: Any food that his people are eating, playing in the bathtub (dry), sitting in windowsills, running around and talking to himself, slapping people in the ankles when it's time to eat, playing tag with the dog Pet-Peeves: Getting splashed with water, having his belly rubbed (watch out for your fingers!), not being allowed into the bathroom when someone has the door closed Favorite Toy: His stuffed duck (which he talks to constantly), bags of any size or shape, the dog's wagging tail (the perfect moving attack target) Favorite Nap Spot: The middle of the floor, back of the sofa, his mom or dad's pillow, the dog's bed Favorite Food: Nutro Max Cat Weight Control (Mom says I'm too tubby), tuna, anything Dad feeds me when Mom's not looking Skills: Keeping his people on their toes, talking back, catching things in mid-air (toys, balls, bugs), "shivering" when you blow on him Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: Dallas was a Christmas present adopted from the San Antonio Humane Society at the early age of three months. We knew he was going to be a handful from the start -- his homecoming was delayed due to a bad upper respiratory infection. A short time (and many vet visits) later, he became the king of the household. Bio: Dallas was named after the city where his people met. He may not be the most spoiled cat on earth, but he certainly ranks within the top 10 in town. Lives Remaining: 8 of 9 Forums Motto: Guardian of the Litter Box Brigade The Last Forum I Posted In: Cat eating its own kittens!?
Mom had to put a band-aid on her finger this morning because when her alarm went off, I jumped up to remind her that it was time for me to eat. When she shoved me off the bed (like she always does), I caught her pinkie with my back foot and sliced it open. She said I give her too many scars from my sharp, sharp claws (even though she keeps 'em trimmed down, they grow real fast). *I* say that if she fed me more often and stopped hitting the snooze button, things like this would stop happening.
As I'm sure you can tell from the pictures, Dexter turned out NOT to be food. He is instead some squirmy, noisy, sweater-wearing, floor-peeing little THING that likes to chew on my head. I do outweigh him, though, and I can take him down pro wrestling-style in no time. He chases me around, which makes Mom happy since she thinks I'm too fat (so what if I'm cuddly? I thought that was all the rage) and Dexter is making me exercise. He has a tail like mine, but it likes to wag super fast, and man, I just can't resist that. It's such a tempting pounce target, which I take advantage of constantly. I also sleep in his dog bed because hey, it was my house first. He chews on these little white knotted things called "rawhide", but if you watch my video, you'll see that I have claimed those as mine, too.
So yeah, life has changed around here a little since that ratty little thing showed up. I still won't admit that I like him (although I do let him come snuggle up next to me from time to time, but DON'T TELL). However, I will ALWAYS be the king of this castle. Speaking of which, I am going to go hop in the bed and smack Mom in the face with a paw. It's time for me to eat, and I'll make sure she knows it.
So my mom seems really excited about some little thing coming on Friday next week, called "Dexter". They're really concerned about how I'll get along with it, whatever it is. As long as Dexter is some kind of food, I'm sure it will be fine. If not, well... we'll see.
