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Age: 13 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 14 lbs.

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Bo, Bo Kitty. Bo-Bo, Bo Butt

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal


A nap without interuptions

Getting a bath.

Favorite Toy:

Favorite Nap Spot:
Anywhere that Toby can't find me

Favorite Food:
Cheese, chicken or milk

Excellent conversation skills. I also am fluent in speaking "human"


Arrival Story:
Bo arrived as a starving stray. We felt so sorry for him that we took him in and made him a valuable member of our family.

My name is Bocephus, but thank god my mom calls me Bo Kitty, or Bo -Bo. What was dad thinking when he came up with that name? I wandered onto the property as a hungry stray, and meowed at the right people. They immediately fixed me something to eat, and we started to bond. I was hiding the next morning, so my mom arranged for me to be summoned next door for brunch with my aunt. When mom got home from work, I was being terrorized by a bigger stray that was being mean to me. She immediately moved me into the house, where I've lived ever since. What luck!!! My mom, dad and human brother all adore me. Little do they realize that I rescued THEM from a catless existence!!!

Lives Remaining:
7 of 9

The Groups I'm In:
♥All Fur Fun♥, Black Cats Crossing our Paths, Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters, Cat Warriors For The World!, Chef Skylar's open restaurant, Fearless Feline Flyers', I Knead You

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Bo's Couples Corner


I've Been On Catster Since:
September 28th 2005 More than 11 years!

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The Life and Times of Bo Kitty

A pounce gone wrong

July 16th 2009 4:52 pm
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I have had the most humilating experience happen to me. It's bad enough that I had to even MAKE such a foolish mistake, but to have it witnessed by mom? I'm so embarrassed. It all began last night, as I was
perched on top of the cat cave, looking out the window. A bird suddenly landed on the outside of the
window, and I was overcome by my predatory instincts. I wasn't able to resist thousands of years
of feline instincts that told me to "get the birdie". However, my plan had serious flaws.
I sprang up into the air approximately 3 feet, slamming my body into the glass. Now why do those darn
humans put glass in windows? It makes it very hard to pounce on the birds and squirrels. Not only
did I plaster myself upon the window with a very loud sound, I fell to the floor. Thank God I managed
to land on 4 paws. I would have never been able to recover from the shame if I had also fallen with
a splat. Mom immediately began to laugh at my plight. Would you mind explaining what was so darn
amusing? There was nothing remotely humerous about the bird/cat encounter. I just hope that the
story doesn't get out into the animal community. Mom scooped me up and began to soothe me. I was
meowing in sheer rage at the stupidity of my hunting mistake. My hunting skills have been dulled by
playing with that darn stuffed bird with the chirping sensor! I was too mortified to return to the top
of the cat cave, but I kept an eye out for that dastardly bird. Just wait...he'll come back...
and I'll be waiting!!!!


Flying Kitty

March 13th 2009 8:53 pm
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Cats are not meant to fly. I arrived at this conclusion after mom assaulted me as I slept. Perhaps catapulted would be more accurate. I had innocently decided to sleep on top of mom's feet. In her sleepy stupor, she didn't understand why her feet were so heavy. A comforter? I think not. As she gave a huge flip with her feet, she sent me flying through the air. Mom and Dad both sat up asking what that noise was, having heard a very solid thud. What was it? It was the sound of me hitting the floor. The lights came on and she found me sprawled out. I had the good sense to give a pitiful sounding "meow???" and pretended to be quite dazed. Dad said that she was going to wind up killing me. It ended well: lots of affection and the rest of the night spent sleeping on her pillow. I learned 3 things.

1. What goes up must come down.
2. A confused/dazed expression induces lots of guilt
3. Most important of all...hogtie mom before sleeping on her feet!!!


The invasion

October 12th 2008 10:23 am
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It has fallen upon me to share the latest excitement of the home abode. Toby is still recovering from the trauma that occurred. Mom has been very busy lately, distracted and rushed. She zipped into the utility room to do a scoop and run of the litterbox. She yanked off thecover and that's when it happened. Toby was, err, indisposed at the moment. Mom frightened him in the middle of taking a poo. MOL What indignity! The embarrassment factor! The shame!!! The lad flew out of the litterbox, not even taking time to cover his, um...deposit. Mom chased him through the house to see if he needed her to wipe his rear. (Apparently he left too quickly to bother with matters of personal hygeine. MOL) Toby is such a coward anyway. After the trauma of the litterbox invasion, the boy may never poo again! I wish I'd gotten a picture of the aftermath of the event- Mom felt responsible and buried the poo herself. Its official...the humans are slaves to the felines!!!!

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