*In loving memory* Yoda

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Sex: Male   Weight: 15 lbs.

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Fat Turkey

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-pound cat

March 3rd 1996

eating tape, getting into boxes and plastic bags.

my adopted brother Spaz and getting petted backward.

Favorite Toy:
i'm quite partial to anything skinny that dangles. like shoelaces. or anything sticky. boy, i love tape.

Favorite Nap Spot:
back of the couch or in the sun.

Favorite Food:
iams. and whipped cream. but not together.

projectile vomitor


Arrival Story:
i was adopted from the boulder county animal shelter, colorado after me and my brothers and sisters were abandoned in a field. my mother saw my scrawny body and big head behind those bars in the shelter and just had to take me home! now look at me! FAT and happy.

Forums Motto:
i'm not fat, i'm big boned.

The Groups I'm In:
Lucky Black Cats, New Jersey Cats and Dogs, Oh Brother!, Yoda

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Welcome all!

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 15th 2005 More than 11 years!

I Was In The:
2006 Valentine's Day Party!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

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Well hello there.

RIP Fat Turkey

June 10th 2010 12:00 pm
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We love and miss you!


dogs vs. cats

October 14th 2008 6:10 am
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Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...

Day 983 of my captivity...

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................


mother is having a baby.

August 24th 2005 1:44 pm
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so my mother is getting fat and won't let me walk all over her stomach like she used to. and spaz and i aren't allowed to sleep on the bed anymore. all because they don't want to get a little fur on the baby when it arrives. if you ask me, a little fur might do the little one some good. spaz and i don't mind it, why should he? besides! we were here first!

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