Gabriel


Maine Coon
Picture of Gabriel, a male Maine Coon

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Home:Edmonton, AB, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 20 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 16 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Pretty Boy, Lover Boy, Gabe

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

Quick Bio:
-purebred-cat rescue

Likes:
Laps

Pet-Peeves:
Being bothered while eating

Favorite Toy:
Ball in a ring

Favorite Nap Spot:
My bed/under the TV stand

Favorite Food:
Chicken

Skills:
He calls me to bed every night

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Gabriel came to me as Gandalf last year as a rescue from another city. The previous owners no longer wanted him when they got a new kitten. He was not well taken care of, but very, very affectionate. Instead of being a way-station, I chose to keep him. He's one of my most comforting companions.

Lives Remaining:
6 of 9

Forums Motto:
Mrrow?

I've Been On Catster Since:
November 25th 2005 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
227338


Meet my family
Trinity (In
loving memory)
HeliosVan GoghRorschach

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Life in the lap of luxury


December 17th 2005 1:42 pm
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I'm too sleepy for this entry, too sleepy for this entry, too sleepy for this... zzzzzzz.

*snort* Mrrow? Oh, yeah, congratulations, Helios, for being Catster's Diary of the Day!

Excuse me while I hibernate.

 

November 28th 2005 9:10 am
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Let me tell you about my human.

She had a little tuxedo kitty last year who was very, very sick and died. My human had a huge broken heart for a long time because of this, but when a friend of hers asked if she'd like to take in a new cat, she did with joy in her heart.

My last humans weren't so nice. They hit me with the brush, kept me away from my food (when my human got me, I was wasting away) and didn't let me love them the way I wanted to. They got a kitten who didn't like me much, either, and before my human took me in, he tore my ear. Those old humans were going to take me to the pound because they didn't want me anymore - I was old at 5 and not much fun anymore. I would have been put to sleep if my human hadn't agreed to rescue me.

My human's friend drove up from Calgary with me curled up on the seat beside him. As soon as I met my new human and her other owner, Trinity, I knew I was safe and home. She let me come to her when I was ready and soon, her lap was my favourite place to be. She fed me and took time to show me that a brush could feel oh-so-good. Now, I love to lie on my back on the floor and let her brush away. I don't run anymore.

I wish my human could spend more time at home, I miss her.

 
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