Furman Dexter 10/28/99-1/12/15

Domestic Long Hair/Maine Coon [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Furman Dexter 10/28/99-1/12/15, a male Domestic Long Hair/Maine Coon

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"Do you see my curly whisker?"

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Age: 17 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11 lbs.

I love my box.

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"I love my box."

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DUDE! Who Whip-creamed this wig on me???

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"DUDE! Who Whip-creamed this wig on me???"


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Upside down

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Happy Valentines Day Rizzy!!

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Rudolph Dexter Baggins

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Golden Boy

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Furry, Furr-ay, Furboy, Fluffernutter, Sonny Angel Boy, Furbahdiah, Cocoa Puff, Fuzzbucket, Expensive Boy (after expensive String Removal Surgery)

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-part feral

October 28th 1999

Brown Tabby

sun patches, high pitched ladies voices, food, being brushed

men's voices, getting nails clipped, THUNDER!!!, the vacuum, litterbox ambushes from his sister Phoebe, when anyone else gets attention

Favorite Toy:
Pom-pom balls, anything with feathers, anything on a stick

Favorite Nap Spot:
on Mommy or Mommy's pillow or behind her head on the back of the chair

Favorite Food:
Nutro indoor--he has a sensitive tummy, small, almost microscopic pieces of tuna from the human's plates

Furman likes to create abstract designs with his dry food


Arrival Story:
I found Furman eating bird seed in my backyard! He was also sleeping on top of the high wooden dividers on our deck so when we looked out our second story windows he was right there...that broke our hearts! It took him a few weeks to warm up to us, we brought him inside on Halloween eve and took him to the vet the next day to get fixed. We found out he was about a year old. Every night for the first year or so that we had him he would look out the window he was sleeping under when he was outside and howl at the moon. I think he was trying to make peace with his past:) He is very happy living indoors and runs away from the front door when it is opened.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
Little Critter

The Groups I'm In:
♥ For the Love of Cats ♥, ♥ Hello Kitty Fan Club ♥, ♥ Chatty Cats ♥ , ♥All Fur Fun♥, **Tabbies With 'Tudes** , The 3 Amigos, Administrators of Catster & Dogster Groups, Charmed, Chef Skylar's open restaurant, Feliway┬« Felines, Oceanic Flight 815 and other flights, Pets with Crafty Parents, Purrz fur Palz, Red Sox Fan Club, Stuff + Cats = Awesome, Terrific Tabbies, The Kitties' Club (TKC), The kool kitties klub, The Minnow Sammich Men's Club, ^^^^Cool

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

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

for 3420 days

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Furman's Manly Journal


February 12th 2008 11:50 am
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My girl Rizzy tagged me!

Here are my seven manly facts about myself.

1. My nickname is Pantaloon Boy, cuz I have big fluffy man-pants on my back legs.
2. My favfurite girlcat is an Orangey Aussiegirl (wink wink).
3. I like to do manly needlepoints in my spare time of flowers and bugs and stuff.
4. In the winter I flinch a lot because efurrytime one of the hoomins touches me I get shocked with static cuz of my long fur.
5. I have a whistley nose when I am sleeping, and I snore.
6. I have curly whiskers.
7. I look very big, but I am all fur and light as a feather.

I am going to tag:

All very interesting kitties.


R.I.P. The Christmas Tree

December 9th 2007 6:39 pm
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Dear Santa Paws,
Hey Dude, How was your year? Mine was furtastical. I am not going to bother sending you a Christmas List this year. I know you know what I did. What *we* did, me and my Catster fishing buddies, in Vegas. Purrlease don't blame the guys, it was all my idea. The trip, the rental car, the gambling. The Elvis Impurrrsonator, the trench coat, and the Neil Diamond concert. I was responsible for it all. Especially don't blame Leo. He is young, and I should have taught him better. And Baja is one of the best dudes I have ever met. He was just trying to have a little fun. We payed back our Mama's for the Mastercat Cards and the rental car had only a little bit of damage.

Because of these things I am not expecting you to leave anything for me under the tree. Actually, Big Jolly Dude, it wouldn't matter if you did have a purresent for me. There is no tree to put it under. We had a Christmas tree for one day only. It is gone now, and not for cat-related reasons. The hoomins put it up yesterday. I was napping all day, and when I woke up the downstairs was a magical wonderland of sparking christmas delight (I mean that in a manly way, of course). It smelled like pine cones and snow and cinnamon candles. I walked around and looked at efurrything all night. We took pictures and ate ice cream and stared at our twinkling Christmas beacon and thought about all the goodies you, Santa, would leave under those artificial branches. Then we noticed it was leaning, only a little. Oh well, we thought, nocat is purrrfect. We still loved the tree.

This morning we ran down the stairs and turned on the lights and further enjoyed our little slice of pine heaven. We got used to the leaning. It was endearing. Our crooked little tree. We stared at him and he sparkled back at us. My sisfurs and I nibbled on the wire branches, and batted at ornaments. Mommy adjusted the snowflake star and fiddled with homemade ornaments of Christmases past. We ate supper in the living room ands soaked in the Christmassy goodness. Then it fell over. Right on it's side. Right in mid-forkful of Root Vegatable Medley, my Mommy jumped up and rushed to his twinkly side. "The tree is deeeeeeeaaaaaaad!", she yowled. We collected the ornaments and lifted him up. His leg was broken, cracked down the middle. Down came the lights, away went our holly jolly tree dude. He is now on his way to the dumpster. Santa, we had that little dude since 2001, he got here right after I did.

As you can see, Santa Paws, even if you *were* going to leave me a purrresent after my wild Vegas vacation and my drunken-with-nip fishing trips, you would have nowhere to leave it. That is why I am writing you this letter. To let you off the hook this year. For the record, my sisfurs were no angels this year either, but that is their letter to write. So Merry Christmas Santa Paws, maybe I'll see you next year.

Happy Pawlidays, Furman Dexter Baggins


Furman's Craptastic Morning

August 6th 2007 8:49 am
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I went joy ridin' in the car this morning Dudes and Dudettes. My Mommy faked me out. I was told in advance that I was going to the Manly Beauty Parlor, cuz Mommy did not want a repeat of my last Butt Shaving Appointment Day of Terror. So this morning I got treats and then I got put into my pimped out Hello Kitty Manly Man Transporter. Mommy seat belted me in and we went drving to the Petsmart groomer. When we got there there was a little black dog standing there covered in FLEAS. Dude, you could almost SEE them jumping off him. Mommy got nervous and asked for me to be kept as far away from that pooch as possible. Then the lady told Mom to come back and get me in four hours. Holy cow. Mommy was shocked cuz the last Beauty Parlor Appointment took two seconds. Mommy walked away and left me on the counter in my Man Transporter. She kept looking back at me and I must have meowed Goodbye at the exact right time, because thirty seconds after she went out the door she exploded back in to the store and ran to my cage and cancelled the appointment. She rushed me back to the car and drove me home. Mommy said her Mommy Instincts told her it was not a good idea. So for the rest of the day I am allowed to call Mommy as many bad names as I want. I am not mad though. I got more treats when I got home and now I am just chillin like it never happened. I am a little miffed though, cuz I was seriously looking forward to my bippie breeze I get when my bum is shaved. Tartar Sauce.

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