Likes: Toys, bugs, birds, hiding in pants, climbing things, wearing a harness, chattering at everything and everyone, blanket forts, boxes, straws, running, jumping, water
Pet-Peeves: The word "No"
Favorite Toy: Fishy, a jingly little plush fish
Favorite Nap Spot: His cat bed by the window
Favorite Food: Cat food (he does not eat people food)
Skills: He has a unique ability to make everything into a toy. Everything.
Arrival Story: My boyfriend had been joking I should get a cat to keep me company, so in April 2012 I adopted Izzy, a two year old sweet tempered domestic short-hair. One day, I went to work and my coworker came rushing out to me with something in her hands. She shoved this tiny little ball of fur into my arms. It was a tiny, dirty, very scared little black and white kitten. I was confused as to why she had a kitten at work and asked her where she got him. Her reply was, "He fell out from under one of the guy's cars after he got to work. I can't keep him, I have seven cats and three dogs. Happy birthday." Then she walked off, leaving me with this itty bitty little kitty.
I wasn't sure I would keep him either. I live in a small apartment and had just gotten a cat. But I figured the least I could do was take him home, clean him up, and give him a safe place to stay until I decided what to do with him. So I stuffed him in my coat, got my work stuff in order, and took him home where cleaned the grit and dirt off of him, looked him over for any injuries (though my coworker had already done so, she was a vet tech for ten years), and made him a safe place to stay in my bathtub while I went back to work.
The next day, I still was undecided as to what to do with Brox. I returned to work, thinking I would probably find him a good home somewhere, but events of that day decided for me. Another kitten appeared at work, having hitched a ride under the same guy's truck. But sadly, this one wasn't caught before he ran off and hid. We found him inside the wheel of one of the work trucks, most of his limbs crushed, one almost torn off. I put him in a box and took him to the emergency vet in town. I cried the whole way there. There was no saving him, only one leg was salvageable, so the vet put him to sleep. I decided I would take care of Brox, who was only seven weeks old at the time, because I knew he'd have a good home with me and be safe from irresponsible people.
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: The world is my playground
Quirks: Brox is the most unique cat I've ever met. From the time he was just a tiny little kitten, his defiant personality has shone and is the reason we named him after a fictional warrior character. When we finally introduced him to Izzy, he was not afraid of her, often putting his ears back and stalking her, which was hilarious coming from a seven week old flea sized furball. Izzy took it in stride, giving him the equivalent of the cat eyeroll. They are great pals now.
Everything is a game or toy to Brox. He finds the most unusual ways to entertain himself. He loves water. He loves to pull over glasses of water (but nothing else), put his toys in his water bowl, sit on the edge of the bath and watch people shower, hide in the sink, etc. He also loves hiding in blankets, people's pants (don't ask), under the covers, beneath pillows, etc.
Since he's such an active cat, I got him a harness with the intention of taking him outside. He loves wearing the harness, but he hates going outside. He cries when we do and won't let me put him down. So, sometimes I'll just put the harness on him and he plays with the leash instead. I don't get it, but he seems happy so whatever floats his boat.
He's a talker too. He talks to me in little chirps. Sometimes his meows have a definite question mark at the end of them. He talks to himself too while he plays. Non-stop chatter. It's not as annoying as it sounds, it's actually pretty funny.
He likes to play fetch and will drop his toys on my face while I'm sleeping. He also shoves them inside the couch so he can dig the up. He loves tennis balls and paper bags. He likes to tear up the toilet paper too. I once came home and he'd spread the mail all over the floor and dug the dish towels out of the drawer. It's never a dull day with him. Ever.
Mom bought me new bendy straws! They are the best! I like to put them under the noisy box stand (a TV is the human word I guess) and try to fish them out again. I also like to hide them in the couch, in mom's shoes, in the bed, behind the toilet thingy, etc. They are so much fun! I don't like it when mom takes them away from me. She says I can only play with them while she's here, so I try to hide them from her for later.
Mom also put the 'puter by chair, so now I can get onto the kitchen counter when she isn't looking. Somehow though, she always seems to 'know' when I'm up there though. I just want to see and she doesn't mind if I'm on the counter in the bathroom, so I don't get what the difference is. :(
Oh! Ooooh! And I caught a fly! It was sooooo big! I found it in the window! But then I smooshed it and it wouldn't move anymores. So I ate it. But first I went and told mom all about it! She said, "That's nice, Broxigar. Gross. But nice."
Hi, my name is Broxigar. Brox for short. Yes, it's a weird name, but my momma tells me it's a warrior's name and I'm a warrior cat!
I've been living with my mom and the fat one, Izzy, for almost a year now. It's small, but nice. We live on the third floor and I can see everything out the windows, especially the birds! They like to sit on the building across the way and laugh at me, but they wouldn't be laughing if I could get outside! No siree!
Mom decided to move all our stuff into the big cave at the back of the apartment. She calls it a walk in closet or something like that. Whatever, mom. It's a cave as far as I'm concerned. I don't really like it much so I dug all the litter out onto the floor in there. Maybe she'll put things back the way they were now. She says it's a great kitty room, but I don't think so at all. The only good thing about in there are the shelves but she keeps putting the books I knock down back up there, so I'm not even sure about that either.
She also moved the water dish into the bathroom. Something about getting tired of stepping in puddles when she goes into the kitchen. Puddles are fun, so I don't know what her problem is. But I'm okay with this, because I can still make puddles in the bathroom and she doesn't get quite so mad at me. I just hope she doesn't bring home another one of those fancy water dishes that are hard to knock over. I had to break the last one to get my old dish back.
Okay, well time for a nap. I have to save up my energy for this evening when mom and Izzy go to bed. I hope I don't get boring and lazy when I get old like them!