Aristotle


American Shorthair
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Home:Baltimore Highlands, MD  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 13 Years   Sex: Male

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Nicknames:
Aries,Astibobble,Mister Fister, Aries the K car cat, Brat Cateeo

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

Quick Bio:
-pound cat

Birthday:
July 4th 2001

Coloration:
Brown Tabby

Likes:
Ice water, string, me

Pet-Peeves:
no ice water, blackie stealing his food

Favorite Toy:
string, shoelaces, mousies

Favorite Nap Spot:
suede ottoman in the living room

Favorite Food:
Fancy Feast Dry

Skills:
Opening doors with the latch shut

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
He wouldn't let me put him down at the shelter, and was the first kitty we asked to hold. Needless to say he was also the last.

Lives Remaining:
7 of 9

Forums Motto:
Aries-Meep, meep!!

The Groups I'm In:
Nietzsche's Philosophers Club

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 5th 2005 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
201931


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Blackie

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The Wisdom of Aristotle


That's more like it

October 28th 2005 3:37 pm
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Thanks mom. You've been keeping the box clean and I've been keeping the rug clean. We're a great team. I liked playing with the feather stick this afternoon until that big lug Fattay knocked me out of the way. No fair, big boy. There's a great box over in the corner I've been investimigating. I claims it for the Kingdom Of Aries!!! I'm loving all my new friends here on Catster and am looking forward to making lots more.
Meep, meep.

 

Litter maid doesn't always mean clean

October 26th 2005 7:06 pm
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Note to mom. Even though we have that fancy smancy litter maid box thingie you still have to make sure it's clean. And if it's not immaculate (yep, I know some big words) I'm not gonna use it. And you know it, don't ya mom!! Fatay may be a little more lenient but I'm not going to give an inch. Sorry.
Meep, meep.

 

What the $^&#*^%

October 18th 2005 10:15 am
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Well, you know how I want to go out all the time. My name really is Houdini ya know. Well mom came home with these weird things. They're red. One's long and the other is just these strange kind of circle things. She kept trying to put the one over my head. Whoa there, I don't like things over my head. I let her know in no uncertain terms to back off. She tricked me though, distracted me and got it over my head. Strapped it around my chest, and attached the other long thing to it. What's this? I think. I don't like it. Then she opened the front door and just stood there. What, you're letting me go out? OK.
She tells me it's a harness and leash. I can go out with her with these on. This is, well sortta ok, but it was so windy, and all the wind chimes were blowing and it was just scary out there, so I slunk back in the house. I have to think on this thing. We'll see how it works out.
Meep, meep.

 
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