Toby


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Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Fangs, Toby the Terrible, Count Catula, To-bug

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

Birthday:
April 25th 2005

Coloration:
Black

Likes:
Sneaking up on Bo and waking him up. I also love catmailing with my new girlfriend Chloe Jane. She's great! Gorgeous fur, and a fantastic personality. This is my first case of kitty love!!!

Pet-Peeves:
Being pushed off the bar in the kitchen

Favorite Toy:
All forms of mice and crumpled pieces of paper

Favorite Nap Spot:
Anywhere

Favorite Food:
Cheese, or milk in dad's cereal. I also like tiny bites of hot dogs, and licking the filling out of pop tarts.

Skills:
Jumping high in the air from a stopped position, mid-air somersaults.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Toby was born and adopted from a vet's office. This is the only home he's ever known!!! He was very tiny when we brought him home, but he's growing up fast now.

Bio:
My full name is Toby Keith. I was born in a vet's office on 4-25-05. My birth mom had been placed with them to find a home before us kittens were born. My adopted mom came in looking for a job and decided to adopt me as a brother for her other cat. I stayed there until I was old enough to leave, then I went to my new home. I have 2 brothers...one human, and one feline. I'm the baby of the house. I can be quite the mischevious kitten...no mouse on a string is safe when I'm around. I also chew cords, and search gargbage cans for paper wads. They are so much fun to bat around, and I've been told I look cute when I carry them in my mouth like a dog!!! My favorite activity is tormenting my feline brother. After all, it's what we little brothers were born to do!!! I also enjoy stealing various ojects that my adopted mom doesn't want me to get my paws on, like her parking tags!!!

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
To err is human, to purr is feline

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Teal'c and Ashley's Engagement Party - Jan 26 5:00pm Cats

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 28th 2005 More than 8 years!

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Catster Id:
199341


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The Toby Times


There's a mouse in my house!

July 16th 2009 5:05 pm
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Have you heard the news? There's a mouse...and it's in MY HOUSE!!!
I am officially Toby, the Fearless Hunter. Pouncer of rodents. I'm sure you get the point.

It all began when I saw the rodent. Using my catly skills, I determined that it was a young field mouse. However, I could not make an exception for age. I cornered the intruder under the dining room table and began to torment it. Mom was carrying Bo around the house, he was having one of his needy days and was recieving extra attention. She kept hearing a weak chirp, and assumed it was our toy bird with the chirp sensor. Finally, she deciding to investigate to see why she hadn't seen me for a bit. MOM SCARED AWAY MY MOUSE! He ran into the living room and cowered under the piano. I prowled in front of it, giving my best imitation of a "dog" growl. Mom screamed and jumped into the recliner. Dad and my human brother came to see why she was making so much racket. Darn those humans...a cat can't hunt successfully under those conditions!!! Dad blocked the other end of the piano to make the mouse run out, but he missed with the box and didn't catch it. The mouse made it into the closet. A thorough search didn't recover the mouse, although dad swears he saw it go into the vacuum cleaner and he quickly took it outside. Could this just be a human ruse to trick mom into thinking the mouse is no longer in her house??? Hmmm...an almost feline ploy dad! Things eventually calmed down, and mom made quite a big deal over my encounter with the mouse. Just wait...next time I'll catch the mouse and present my trophy on her pillow to start her day off right!!!

 

Bad move dad

September 19th 2008 5:57 pm
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It's official...cats are smarter than men. We cover our tracks better. We are much sneakier. We are just more highly evolved. To prove my point, I will share my recent entrapment of my dad. Mom is very anti tobacco products. They've had numerous fights about it. Duh dad...if you're going to sneak, at least be good at it. Mom walked in the front door with my grandmother, and immediately spotted the paperwad I had "left" in the middle of the floor. Her first reaction was to "kill the little hairball for stealing out of her purse." Per my devious plan, she examined the paperwad before throwing it away. She was highly peeved to discover that it was a receipt for tobacco products!!! I was declared to be a wonderful kitty, deserving of lots of treats. Since you obviously don't understand your mistakes dad, I shall list them for you.

1. Sneaking behind mom's back. Bad move. She always finds out.
2. Leaving the office door open. You know I live to get into that room.
3. If you want to dispose of a receipt properly, put it through the
shredder...it was sitting beside the trash can that I stole it from!

Might I suggest bribing the youngest feline of the household? I'm sure we can come to some sort of profitable arrangement to keep me from getting you in more trouble!

 

The Squashing

February 6th 2008 6:03 pm
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Have you ever experienced something too hideous for words? An event of nightmarish proportions? I, the baby, was squashed by dad. It began with a really bad storm during the night. Mom threw us into the carrier and sent us into the night with dad. It was wet- the rain was coming sideways. Some sort of siren was alerting people about the weather. Dad started at a run, but the worst happened as he reached the driveway. The bad knee gave out and down he went. Kersplat. On us. He actually broke our carrier!!! Forget wondering if he was ok. I was more concerned with being dragged out into the dark, wet, stormy night. Only the squishing could have made things any worse. Being squashed by a large human was not pleasant. (I don't think mom would approve of the words he used in our presence.) We arrived next door at the basement quite wet and traumatized. Grandmother actually had to use towels on our fur. It was NOT a good night. A word to cats everywhere: In times of crisis, make sure that the human trasport has 2 good knees!!!!!!!!!!

 
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