The Weevil

Domestic Shorthair
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Age: 11 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 7 lbs.

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The Weevil. Weevy Joe. My Lil' Weev. Space Cowboy. Mr Smarty. Mr Nosy. "You Little $%#@^!"

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

September 1st 2005

Orange Tabby

Eating. Playing. General Harrassment.

Doors: not getting them open and/or going through them. For example, bedroom closets. Kitchen cabinets. The top door of the linen cupboard.

Favorite Toy:
Catnip. My Mind. Plastic milk-gallon rings. Eyeshadow applicators. Other Peoples' Minds.

Favorite Nap Spot:
My bed. A basket in the upstairs landing. In front of the livingroom window. A sheet on the floor. Various cardboard packing boxes.

Favorite Food:
His own catfood

He can skillfully impersonate any cat who behaves in a saintly & angelic manner, scamming the innocent & the unwary...which ultimately results in the erroneous impression that I'm a liar.


Arrival Story:
I saw him online at through There's No Place Like Home in Norwalk, Connecticut. He was waiting to be rescued from a high-kill shelter. I e-mailed the Connecticut organization immediately & I found out he was in Indiana. The woman told me she was so glad I wanted him because he had no chance at that Indiana shelter. The shelter workers picked him up all the way out there & he came home with me on Halloween. Before I picked him up, I assumed I would be bringing home a frightened kitten--he was coming from a two-day trip in the car & passed through several hands. Was I wrong! He played in the car the whole way home, & when we got in the house he zipped about, playing for hours.

I'm not sure The Weevil hails from this planet. He's quite strange. When he was a kitten, he would lie on the floor against the bottom of the front door--lengthwise, in order to roll outside when it was opened. He has a big head. He cries without opening his mouth. He stares. He flies around the house at supersonic speeds. He's also a master manipulator; shameless flirting can rapidly deteriorate into sheer wickedness (complete with threats to destroy my belongings) when he wants something Now...& I'm not fast enough. (Yes, I'm completely his B----)

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
November 6th 2005 More than 11 years!

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