Rascal


Breed Unknown
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Home:El Cajon, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 20 lbs.

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Nicknames:
razz

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

Birthday:
April 15th 2002

Coloration:
Orange & White Tabby

Likes:
The big blue chair, food, ice water in the summertime

Pet-Peeves:
Humans touching the bottom of his feet

Favorite Toy:
The toy that looks like a fishing pole and on the end of the string it has what appears to him to be a bird

Favorite Nap Spot:
The big blue chair

Favorite Food:
Turkey (and I don't mean the kind in cat food)

Skills:
He has mastered the art of throwing his whole body on the floor to get what he wants.. or to get away from us picking him up. If I pick him up and ask him "do you want me to put you down"? He answers by meowing.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I had another cat that was an orange and white tabby, he passed a few years before and I loved him. He was a great cat. We waited a while before deciding to get Rascal. We also have Alley, when Otis died Alley was lonely so we finally decided to do her a "favor" and get her a brother... she would've rather been lonely I think.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Don't move my food

I've Been On Catster Since:
November 20th 2005 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
225418


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Hiding in the closet

January 9th 2006 10:45 pm
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I'm not ever ever never ever coming out of the closet. Not for anyone. Maybe for food... MAYBE. The people I live with Have some nerve. They brought a barking wild crazy thing in the house and it still has yet to find it's way OUT! It sits outside the bedroom and waits for me to come out... and then it barks. It's pathetic really. The girl that I used to like at one time, she actually brought my food and water into the closet and put it on a shelf for me, so I wouldn't starve. Because I mean it... I will not come out. I sneak into the bathroom at night when the dog is asleep and then I get back in the closet so no one sees. I have to leave something in the cat box for the dog to eat... it's my revenge on the humans that brought a dumb dog to live with us. I poop and the puppy eats it and it makes t he grown ups OH SO MAD!!! HA sweet revenge. I told you I'd have more to vent about... Come back again I'm sure there's more where all this came from.

 

The girl is a traitor!

November 28th 2005 1:19 pm
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Today is my moms day off. She usually gets up and gets the kid ready for school... or pushes him along (he seems to move pretty slow when she's not out there telling him what to do) Anyway once he is all ready and they go off to his school she gets back home and she plays with me. She feeds me... well she puts me by my food, I am getting used to it up there but I still don't like it. She usually pets me and sometimes she picks me up too... I pretend to like it just to pasify her. My point is on her days off she's ALWAYS at home. But today she didn't come back home. She went to the puppy's house... And I know you wonder how I know this... she came back home after she saw the mutt and she tried to pet me. HA! I laughed at her right in her face! Imagine if your mom left you alone with the evil cat and went off to see some dumb puppy!!! It's getting worse around here. She has become a traitor. Come back soon I'm sure I"ll have alot to vent about!

 

He's Gonna live WHERE?!

November 24th 2005 2:17 pm
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At my house? MY house... where my blue chair is and my FOOD!!! WHAT?! Those people I live with keep talking about a DOG... I don't know what it is but I don't think I want one. And they did the thing that I hate the most... they moved MY food. They call me a cry baby because I won't just hop up on the table where the food is... so I call them when I'm hungry. I do call them kinda loud... and it is kinda late when I choose to call them . The girl and the kid are pretty good about picking me up and putting me by my food so I don't have to walk so far to get it... but that grandma person... she doesn't seem to care if I starve.. can you see how my sides are caving in? A puppy though... they keep telling me about that puppy... it's bad enough I have to live with that evil little beast of a cat.
Come back and visit me I always need to vent.

 
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