Otis (Now Missing)


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Home:Ottawa, ON, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 8 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Oatie, The Ote, Oa-tye, Dr. Evil, Little Man, Little Bastard.

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Birthday:
March 5th 2005

Coloration:
Gray Tabby

Likes:
Hanging out in the neighbour's yard with the neighbours' kids and their cat Sam, who has taken Otis in and taught him the ropes. He likes to hide in the garden and jump out as you are weeding, or hide in the plants and bat at you/ a dog.

Pet-Peeves:
Trying to touch him when he doesn't feel like being touched, not reading his mind when he's hungry... when it rains and I get wet... when my evil sisters nibble-kiss me and wet my neck, you know: the usual.... :)

Favorite Toy:
the dogs.

Favorite Nap Spot:
on the couch, the bed, outside on the deck, in the garage, with the dogs....

Favorite Food:
Anything on your plate, his treats.

Skills:
He has so far caught 2 mice and a bat. That we know of...

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
Otie was suppose to be Sir William of Orange. Meaning, I had found an orange tabby to adopt, but he needed to stay with his mom for a while longer. The day before I was to pick up the new little guy I received a call from the cats' owner that went something like this: My phone rings.... Hello? Hi it's Linda. Hi. I can't find your cat. You.... pardon me??? Can't FIND him? Yah... we had a big party and we think this guy took him home with him. We told him he was yours, but he really liked him. And I looked all over for him.... so I think he stole him. Ok.... so can't we call this person and maybe go and get him? Well, he doesn't have a phone and we don't have a car. Ok. So..... BUT... we have this little grey guy..... and the rest is history. So it was meant to be.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
I AM a bengal tiger.

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 9th 2005 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
192496


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Elizabeth
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The days of The Evil Ote.


The Missing Oat

February 4th 2006 6:04 pm
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When we were in Portugal Oatie went missing. Our beloved petsitter friends went nuts for 10 days, since the cat left Decemeber 27th and we had only departed a day earlier. They saw him twice, and then he was gone. They filed a lost report, the neighbours posted flyers, and we've been looking high and low since our return on January 9th. Poor Oatie. Poor housesitters... evil Oatie.

The reason I say Oatie left, is due to the fact that we have a dog-door that Oatie would use as a cat-door as well. It has been left open whenever we are here, including all night. Oatie could come back, but I believe he felt abandoned by us, the neighbours who were in Pennsylvania whom are always his back-up, and he got pissed off and took off. Being a mild winter, I think the little man went a wandering, and is either living as a stray in an adjacent neighbourhood, or is cozily tucked in one of the many apartments or townhouses that surround our streets. He could be anywhere, really. I just hope he's safe and warm. If he's not, I think we'll find him!

For now, I'll keep looking over the humane society website daily, and stopping by once a week for a look. We still have hope - the humane society hooked us up to a woman who has been feeding a cat that sounds like Oat for a while now. So, he may be in a neighbourhood a couple blocks over, and once the woman sees him she's going to grab him! Who knows, it just could be....

So that's the latest. We miss him so much.

 

The Missing Oat

February 4th 2006 6:02 pm
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When we were in Portugal Oatie went missing. Our beloved petsitter friends went nuts for 10 days, since the cat left Decemeber 27th and we had only departed a day earlier.

The reason I say Oatie left, is due to the fact that we have a dog-door that Oatie would use as a cat-door as well. It has been left open whenever we are here, including all night. Oatie could come back, but I believe he felt abandoned by us, the neighbours who were in Pennsylvania whom are always his back-up, and he got pissed off and took off. Being a mild winter, I think the little man went a wandering, and is either living as a stray in an adjacent neighbourhood, or is cozily yucked in one of the many apartments or townhouses that surround our streets. He could be anywhere, really. I just hope he's safe and warm. If he's not, I think we'll find him!

For now, I'll keep looking over the humane society website daily, and stopping by once a week for a look. We still have hope - he may be in a neighbourhood a couple blocks over, and once the woman sees him she's going to grab him!

So that's the latest. We miss him so much.

 

First Attempt.

September 16th 2005 11:13 pm
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So I'm a cat. Well I still eat kitten food, and I still have fits of anger for no apparent reason, so maybe I still AM a kitten. Anyway - I live with my 2 big sisters Frank and Josie, and to be honest, I pick on them way more than they pick on me. Except for Josie... she doesn't really pick on me though; she's just not really great at knowing her own strength. Sorta Lenny & the rabbits, if you get my drift. Josie loves me. She nibble kisses me all the time. Then a have to walk around with a wet spikey neck and feel cranky....

Speaking of cranky - when I get cranky I can be brutally mean. Both my parent have had some nasty scratches as have most of my neighbours next door. Sometimes I don't LIKE to be held up in the air or cradled like a baby. I wanna hang out with the cool black cat Sam. I wanna learn stuff like how to get up onto his dad's Jeep's softop in the shade so we're cool. And look cool. And also like how I'm NOT allowed to cross the street. Sam hisses at me if I try and follow him. I think he's testing out my guarding skills. I sit and wait for Sam to come back. I guard BOTH our yards. So please, understand that I have WAY more to do than get held and poked and swung around by you. Only when I'm hungry, remember? Only when I'm sleepy.... love on my terms.

And when I do give my mom some love like she wants she ends up saying, at some point, as I paw and purr and suck at the blanket, "Yah tough-guy... look how tough you are now. You're just a baby. A kitten still really.

So I guess I'm a kitten.

Otis

 
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