Sex: Male Weight: 16 lbs.
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the Pope, Popie
October 1st 1995
Sitting on your lap, eating
dogs, other cats
that ball thing that goes around in a circle
Favorite Nap Spot:
my bed, the sofa
Generally after I've gone to bed, I hear this constant "meow, meow, meow.." coming from the basement. The "meows" get closer as PoPo runs up the stairs, and heads to my room. Once he gets to my room, he drops off a crinkle ball on my bedroom floor.
indoors and outdoors
a friend had to move to a place which didn't allow for cats, and because I already had a cat, I agreed that I could take two, they would keep each other company. PoPo had a really hard time adjusting - for 2 1/2 days he was VERY unhappy, being in a new place, with a new owner and another cat. I thought I'd have to give him back. On the 3rd night, though, he came out of his hiding place and let me pet him. He is a very friendly cat overall, he just doesn't like the competition of other cats and is scared of dogs.
has a bit of a limp on his back right leg which doesn't allow him to jump on things very easily, this is also partly due to his weight problem...
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Orange & Orange and White Kitties Only!
I've Been On Catster Since:
|May 30th 2005
||More than 10 years!
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June 11th 2005 8:55 pm
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There was a time, not too long ago, when I was separated from my real mom, and had to live with a step-mom. This was because the real mom lived in a place that didn't allow pets. That's OK, because I'm now back with the real mom, although the step-mom was really great and really loved me, I know this.
In the winter, since it's cold out and I can't go outside, I get all wound-up at night and need to work off some energy. This generally involves chasing, catching and beating on Oscar, my cat brother. He is small, scrappy and a good sport - he usually doesn't fight back, but he does run really, really fast. But, back to my story.
This one evening, probably at around 3 - 4 a.m., I was in a playing mood, and had chased Oscar up onto the kitchen table, where I was when I got very curious about the blinds and that cord that pulls the blinds up, so I started batting it back and forth. Since my claws were a bit long, I got my claw caught in the string and started pulling on the cord. I ended up pulling the cord over my head and started panicking a bit. As I tried to get loose from the noose over my head I started swinging on the cord like a pendalum, and ended up pushing the table I was standing on away from the wall. I dropped to the floor, which wasn't good, because at this point I had to stand on my back paws as the cord didn't quite reach the floor. Pushing the table away from the wall was good, though, because my step-mom heard this and got up to check what was going on in the kitchen. She was horrified of what she saw - me dangling with the blind cord wrapped around my head. Step-Dad was able to get me loose, but I was very scared and I scratched and bit him, but he ended up being OK. They took me to the emergency room, because I was panting and wheezing, but they knew I would be OK, because in the emergency room were dogs, and I hissed at them, which is normal for me. I did chip my tooth, but the vet said I would be OK, and I was very, very lucky. It's a good thing I have several lives.
Now, wherever I live, my mom must make sure all blind cords are tied up and not able to be accessed by me. I'm still very frisky and love to chase and beat up Oscar, and I still like string, but at least I won't hang myself with it next time.
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