Maine Coon/Ragdoll
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Home:Crowle, North Lincolnshire, United Kingdom  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 14 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 17 lbs.

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Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

March 23rd 2002

Red Tabby

Playing rough and tumble and using Hex vision

My drum kit

Favorite Toy:

Favorite Nap Spot:
On top of what ever I'm doing, usually the newspaper when I'm reading it, he also takes great pleasure in sleeping on the ironing just as I've finished it.

Favorite Food:
Everything he can get his paws on

He politely sits on the fridge and asks for ham


Arrival Story:
He crawled across a litter of Kittens and said ham and he has never stopped asking for it since.

He's got a real sense of adventure. At five months old he decided to explore under the floorboards (what a night that was) when he finally emerged 2 hour later he was covered in dust and 20 year old cobwebs. But it didn't stop there. At 12 months old he came through the living room ceilling while we were having the bathroom refitted. Since then all renovation has been done with great care (or a continuous battle to keep him out of trouble)

Lives Remaining:
7 of 9

Forums Motto:
Vince The Invincible

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 12th 2005 More than 11 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Keep up the good work Catster

August 20th 2005 1:53 pm
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Hey this Catster thing isn't so bad at all. Mum seems to think it's good and it certainly has it's benefits for me.

Each time the computer pings with another message mum comes and tells me how much other cats like me and she gives me a treat without me even having to say ham.

So come on Kitty's these humans are so gullible. All we have to do is look cute, they operate the keyboard (I find when I do it the spelling goes all funny they are just not designed for paws) and the next thing you know the fridge opens and out comes the roast beef.

Its so easy!

Keep up the good work Catster, I'm loving it.
PS Some of you guys are recommending tinned crab - is it worth trying?


Two wettings in one day is two too many for any cat

August 18th 2005 12:57 pm
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Grandad came to visit today. He often calls when mum needs some DIY doing. (Do it your self! Who's she trying to kid it should be DWYDIFM Dad Will You Do It For Me.)

Anyway I like to keep an eye on what ever he's doing as it always looks so interesting and often provides me with an opportunity for an adventure.
Like the time he fixed a light in the attic. I snuck up the loft ladders and found a whole new set of cobwebs to attack.

So today when I saw him go in the bathroom I had to investigate, wouldn't want to miss out on a chance to learn some new skills. You never know when plumbing knowledge might come in handy.

He seemed to be looking at the big white bowl. Humm this looks intriguing I thought to myself as I wandered in behind him.

Curious to see what he was looking at I put my paws on the edge and popped my head up between his legs to take a look.

Crikey it didn't half make him jump and he said something I didn't understand just as my head got all wet.

Afterwards Grandad, Mum and Dad couldn't stop laughing and mum grabbed me and gave me a wash which I was not at all keen about.

Two wettings in one day is two too many for any cat. I think I'll be a little more cautious next time Grandads here.


Feline Court of Kitty Rights

August 16th 2005 11:09 am
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Help there must be a law against it!

You won't believe what I caught my mum doing this morning.

It all started quite normally an average sort of morning, Bunty had forced open mums bedroom door and was reminding her that she should get up and feed us.

Being well trained mum duly emerged and everything seemed fine. It was't untill mum noticed that we had left scraps from last nights tea that the problem emerged.

At this point I must emphasise my annoyance with Bunty. Lets face it she usually makes a good job of hoovering up any leftovers. She must have been reading thoses glossy magazines again. You know the ones that constantly attack your self confidance by telling you that you should be a certain weight, buy the right lipstik and only wear designer gear. I mean why else would she suddenly develop a complex about her size.

Ah yes, what was my point? Oh I remember now, the problem arose as mum picked up our dishes. Rather than just putting the scraps in the bin she opened the big wooden thing that leads to that other world. You know, the place I can see through those glass things humans call windows. I immediately jumped up to see what she was doing. To my horror she took our dishes and emptyied them on to bird table. By the time she had returned through the wooden porthole there were at least six of those fiendish feathered things having a party.

I mean, how can this be allowed, what a travesty of justice! Feeding our scraps to vermin - whatever next?

Does any kitty out there know how to join a Cats Union or maybe the number of a good feline lawyer? This must contravene the Feline Court of Kitty Rights.

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