Takara (aka Moosie)

Norwegian Forest Cat
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Home:Highlands, Scotland, United Kingdom  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male

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   Leave a treat for Takara (aka Moosie)

Moos-Moos, Moosifer, Moozlit, Moose, Mogglit

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:

August 26th 2005

Black Smoke

Attention, being carried, belly rubs - and believe it or not, toe rubs. He loves his back paws rubbed and will splay out his toes to make sure you do it right!

He's very mellow, but he definitely doesn't like being ignored when he wants something....he just ups the volume on the ME-OW until he thinks you've noticed.

Favorite Toy:
This week, he will be mostly destroying, leaping into, on, over or under boxes. He's into playing 'peek a boo' right now, except with teeth.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Under a desk lamp next to one of us - he very diplomatically switches between my husband's desk and mine. He also likes laps, chests and couches.

Favorite Food:
He still loves kitty treats but boiled chicken and little bits of beef are WAY up there. Chicken elicits a whole new range of meows you never hear otherwise. He also now knows what 'chicken' means.

He's very demonstrative - if he is happy, embarrassed or frustrated, its obvious. He responds to several words now - his name, 'chicken', 'no', 'byebye' (when we leave the room and want him to follow us), and 'treat'.


Arrival Story:
Takara is from a lovely breeder in England, who also has one of his siblings on Catster, Taro. The start she gave him in life resulted in a bright, happy, confident kitten who is becoming a super cat, and lovely friend who always is happy to see us. His full name is Reshma Takara Yusufu, which is a bit of a mouthful, and after several false starts with a everyday nickname, I started calling him 'Moosie'...no idea why, except he likes the sound, and perhaps when he's a full grown Skoggie, topping 12-15 pounds, it'll probably serve a a humorous ironic statement. (Moosie is a Scottish slang term for 'Mouse' in the part of the country we live in). I fell in love with the idea of a big, fluffy cat and had always admired Maine Coons and Siberians, and then I discovered the Norwegian Forest Cats (Skoggcats) and how cool they really were. I'd never, ever bought a cat in my life, I've always adopted, but I fell in love with his kitten picture, which was so bloody cute I had to have him. He has huge ears, huge paws and the cutest face, but with the strangest almond-shaped eyes! He's a very confident kitten who shows no fear, but is very mellow and observes people so closely you think he's eavesdropping. He's quick to learn, (lesson one: do NOT climb up mom's jeans when you decide you want to get to the treats a little faster...), and is very demonstrative. (I want this NOW. I want that NOW. Ok THIS again. Now THAT, one more time. How about THIS? Where's dad? Where are you going? I want that, whatever it is. What is this? What is that? ) I've never had a cat decide not only to sleep in a human bed, but to crawl UNDER the covers and fall asleep. He seems almost fearless and unflappable, really only asking for us to give him a few minutes of time to play or cuddle here and there. Mostly he watches EVERYTHING, destroys any available boxes, comments where necessary, (brrrrrrt?...mrrr? ...mrrow...mOOAWWW....brr?....brrr t.....mrrroowww?), and sleeps his little furry head off.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Takara, Emperor of Uberfuzz!

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

I Was In The:
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An Update from the BBC! (British Baby Cat!)

Sometimes, A Kitty Can Be TOO Relaxed...

December 16th 2005 7:39 am
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The best thing about being cute is that I can usually depend on my humans to catch me. Take last night - decided to sleep on mom again...just going to have a nice stretchy-rollover thingy, when I realised I was about 4 feet above the ground, the air on my belly. Luckily for me, mom sleeps half-aware when I'm around, and her hand shot out and caught me (and then put me in the MIDDLE of the bed where I could properly stretch out).

Of course, I fell asleep on the couch the other day and rolled right off of it. Its only a foot off the floor, so it wasn't a big deal, but the loud THUMP I created sure got their attention! I'm okay, just a bit embarrassed.....

I can't help it, I'm just so darned sleepy after a good round of 'catch the furry thing' or 'wooo! laser lights galore' - then again, maybe I am forgetting how FAST I'm growing, because places I fit last week, I'm getting too big for this week....dad keeps saying its 'scary' how big I'm getting...but honestly, I'm really sweet, so it doesn't matter if I end up weighing 3 stone. I just need a bigger place to sleep!


2 Weeks Before Christmas: Ode To A New Kitten and No- Christmas Tree

December 14th 2005 11:53 am
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(Translation notes: 'hoosie' is Scots-Caithness slang for 'house'.

Twas 2 weeks before Christmas, and all thru the *hoosie
Not a creature was stirring - not even wee Moosie.

The stockings weren't hung up, as in years before,
in case poor dear Moosie drug them all to the floor
And the humans weren't sleeping, as they thought in their beds
it was pure kitty carnage that danced in their heads

"No tree" said the wife, for sure there'd be a mess
"I agree" said the husband, "a concern, I confess"
"All the baubles we have, they must be out of harm's way!"
For no bounds has a kitten, when he's hard at play.

Wee Moosie is mellow, but yet a young lad,
He can't help but he's curious - he doesn't mean to be bad,
but all the new things that he could knock up, out and down
well..."there's no way we can risk having all THAT around!"

So Christmas we'll have, and Christmas will be
minus one or two stockings and one 10-foot tree
minus lots of glass baubles, and sparkly ittie-bitties
or dangerous lights tempting even the very best kitties....

It'll be just as festive, it all stands to reason
without all the glitter from Homebase this season
No, we'll just play it cool with a wreath on display
And enjoy all our Christmas....a kitty-safe way!


This Just In: How To Drive Your Humans Slowly Mad

December 9th 2005 11:07 am
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Thing is, through the day, I am generally the most wonderful kitty. In a house full of things, stuff, fabrics, cushions - temptations galore, I just can't be bothered. I play on my tree, lay in front of the fire like a pup, look out the window and count the cars.....nibble a bit of kitty food and generally doze by mom's elbow on her desk while she works.
And then in the evening when dad gets back, I might stay there as they play computer games, or I might retire to the sitting room and pretend to watch tv (honestly, it sucks, how can you humans watch this drivel?) while I get the Platinum Belly Rub of the Century...so it always surprises my humans when, as I am woken from my groggy doze to head up to bo-bos, that I must, for no less than 10 minutes, run around the house attacking everything (existent or not), thunderously running up and down the stairs. I mean they get so GRUMPY....sheesh, I'm only trying to rid the house of gremlins, ghoulies and general poltergeist activity before they get a good kip in. I'm a GuardKitty! You'd think they appreciate my efforts, but nooOOOoooo.........

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