Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 9 lbs.
|Home:Middlesex County, NJ ||[I have a diary!] |
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Stickman, Nick the Stick, Scrapper Dude, Nicholas Daniel
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March 5th 2004
being the Man of the House
not being able to get Hope to give him the time of day.
Everything that is not tied down
Favorite Nap Spot:
inside the house of the cat gym
Anything I can get into my mouth, Pizza, Meats, Veggies, Cereal, Snack food, Soup, yogurt, ice cream, flavored water ice, beer, margarita's, some fruits...you name it and I will eat it.
I play fetch with my bouncy rings and I can eat everyone under the table
Nick was abandoned (August 15, 2004) at same adoption center that Emma was. We are pretty sure that he was taken from a house where a dog ate the other kitten that he as living with. I love black cats and wanted a boy in the family and Nick was just perfect. He was this tiny and skinny little guy that just wanted to be loved and play and for some reason I started calling him Scrapper Dude, he was into everything. He is named after my father. Nick's birthday is in March.
I am Nick and I run this house. The only cat I bow down to is Trinity because she is the Queen, she has been here longest and she lets that be known, plus if I get out of line, she whacks me in the head. I think that by my being a black cat like Trinity it is just in my nature to take over like I have been here forever and think I can do whatever I want. I get into all sorts of trouble and have done things that my sisters never ever thought of trying. It is good to keep mom on her toes. I am loved by all the humans I meet, I just have the look and affect on people, it is hard to be sleek and devistatingly handsome. I cannot be bothered with anyone else in my house except for Hope (a white rescued cat 1 of 3 siblings Mom helped and has here); she is beautiful, but she will not give me the time of day and she gets very annoyed when I put my nose where it does not belong and stalk & chase her. My best friend is Hope's brother Mike and my little shadow is Muddy. We play hard and run and leap off of eveything we can, they a good guys, but Mike is huge and he is younger than me. I have become more and more affectionate I was very, very sick in early 2006and had to be rushed to the vet two nights in a row. I could not stop throwing up, and I had nothing left in me....it was horrible and mom was sick with worry. I did not swallow anything they did x-rays and ran tests and gave me fluids and meds to keep me going, and then after almost a week and a half, I felt a ton better. It was a very bad virus of some sort that I do not know how I got (I am an indoor cat and no one else in the house got sick), the cabinets are all kitty proofed too so I do not get into really bad things that could hurt me worse. Anyway, I am better now and back in the action! Gotta love the King!!!
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I Am the Man!
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My love went to the Rainbow Bridge on 9/8/06. She will forever be in my heart...Rest In Peace my always BEAUTIFUL ECHO!
I've Been On Catster Since:
|April 19th 2005
||More than 11 years!
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April 15th 2006 11:28 am
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You have no idea how much I missed this place. I spent the last month at Grandpa, Grandma and Uncle Dan's; it was time for Mudslide to make the transition to live over their and get to know Mai Tai since they are going to be brother and sister when Uncle Dan gets married to Aunt Lydia and they get a house. Mudslide was very attached to me, he did everything I did, learned the good and a little of the bad (there is not much cuz I am so great). So I went along to make sure he knew he was not being abandoned over there and help him to be more comfortable.
Mudslide had a very hard beginning before my Mom caught him, he was only 6 weeks when someone tossed him into the snow with a colony of older cats that did not accept him and would not let him eat. They were beating him and he could barely find shelter under a shrub. When Mommy was called about him, he could barely walk on his back legs because he was so weak and had frostbite. He is very healthy now, but his legs are still weak and he cannot jump like the rest of us, so he needs to use his nails more than he might in order to hang on to things and not fall off. He is a tough little guy. Still a little skittish, but getting better all the time.
He loved it at our house, everyone played with him, he even started to groom some of us, we were so proud. At Uncle Dan's though there was Mai Tai and then Grandma also as Lexi, Hunter and Tigger, plus Tessa the dog. Neither Muddy nor I were used to being around a dog. We stayed to ourselves for a while, and if Tessa came by, we smacked her in the face. Muddy got used to her much quicker than I did.
I went there to help Muddy, but I did not think I was going to be so unhappy about not being the MAN of the house. I never met the others before, so I just naturally started to take over the place as I always do. I began guarding the litterboxes and was not letting anyone in, if they got in, I would not let them out. Grandma was not happy about that because someone was going all over the house instead of in the boxes. The boxes are in the utility room. So then Gram tried to face the boxes back to back figuring I could not guard them both at the same time. HA!!! I guarded the door instead and did not let them in the room at all. Those boxes were mine, Muddy could use them, and I liked Lexi too, the others...not so much!!!. Then I started talking and yelling a lot in the middle of the night. No one could understand what I wanted or needed. Finally Grandma called Mom and told her, it was time I came home. I was worried about leaving Muddy, but he was doing great; better than I was by that point. I do miss that little guy though; but It's Good To Be Home!!!
October 16th 2005 6:41 pm
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Oh boy, you are never going to believe this. We are in for it here now. Mommy finally went and got herself a digital camera. She has been talking about it FOREVER! Do you have any idea how annoying she is going to become. She loves this little toy of hers. She brings it everywhere and brought a special carrier for it....and she will not even let me play with the long hangy thing that comes out of the side. What is with that?
Emma will love it, she loves to get her picture taken because she thinks she is just the prettiest thing on earth....but I am HANDSOME!!! I love my to have my picture taken as much as anyone, but Mommy is going to become like those horrible reporter people that stalk the celebs out in Hollywood. If she jams a telephoto lens into that thing, I am breaking it.
August 16th 2005 4:54 pm
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Sometimes the other kids in this house bore me. I need to do things to keep active and to keep my brain from turning to wet food. I am not sure why it is but for a while now Mom is always yelling "Nick, now what did you do" or "Nick, how in the world did you do that". She says that I seem to think of things to do that no one in this house has ever thought of before. I am trying to clue her and all of them in on the fact that I am a genius and I need to keep myself entertained because they are just not cutting it. For example, I love my bouncy rings, they are wavy and hard plastic, they are great, you can put them in a lot of places. What mom is still trying to figure out though is how I got one up and under the baseboard heater cover and jammed onto the fins at least a paws length back. She came home one day and saw me working at trying to recover the ring. It was a challenge I had made for myself, but she did not understand that. Instead she said "Nick, what the heck.....how did you get that stuck in there?" And she took the cover off to take the ring out. She ruined everything, she was afraid I would cut my paw. I was aggravated. I picked up my ring and dropped it in the water dish and then just walked away from her. She is treating me like a baby, and not seeing me for who I really am. And I cannot even say that it is because she is a human, the other cats here do not seem to get it either, they all sat there and watched me with that ring and there heads were just tilted with big question marks on their faces. I am not sure what else I can do to clue them in. Mom knows I am smart and all, but I am not sure she is aware of my true abilities. Maybe I need to learn to spell genius out in my dry food.
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