Age: 20 Years Sex: Male Weight: 20 lbs.
|Home:Chicago, IL ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a treat for Kia
kitty, fuzz butt, kitty foo
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September 10th 1994
I love my human boy. His name is Ian and he's great - he sleeps in a human sized cat gym and I love it - a regular treehouse in his bedroom.
Live food. I refuse to chase a mouse in the house. I'm afraid I'm far above catching my own food. I would rather have it fileted and set before me!
The dog! Simply... It is too much fun to make fun of her. She's easy to trick. She slobbers all over me. I like to lick her fur and get into a good play fight every once in a while. If I don't want to play I just give her a bat and she scammpers away.
Favorite Nap Spot:
The green chair - when the puppy isn't around. I also have my own couch - Cat-Size I mean, and of course I love to sleep with Ian in his loft. I love to play jungle cat and superhero there.
Food? Any food: Cat, Dog, people- food. As long as it's dead! My human boy sneaks bacon for me - I love that too (but don't tell anybody as he might get into trouble)
Yes. I am a superhero cat - My counterpart & human friend is The Ianster. Maybe you have heard of us. As Super-cat - and just for Ian - I wear a cape and everything.
My first human was an older lady - she was named Nana. She found me in the woods in upper Michigan. I was young then - only a few years old. I didn't like humans much then - but she took me in and fed me and let me sleep in her warm bed - so I stayed and kept her company for several years.
The first time I saw my human boy, Ian was, when he came to visit Nana and I when he was still an infant. He visited us every summer as he grew up. I didn't like children very much then. All of Nana's grand children would visit and tug on my tail and I use to hide under the bed. But Ian was different. He was so nice and he pet me gently. I took to him right away.
But then something started to happen The old lady got sick - she had many humans visit her - but I layed next to her until the end. Sniffle-Meow.
Nana knew how much I loved Ian so I got to go to Chicago and live with him and his human family. Then after a few years of cuddling and pampering me... they got THE DOG! But... that's a different story.
Ok. Lets talk about the Dog. I now have a turtle, a bird and a dog at MY HOUSE. The dog WAS really little at first - but grew up to be a cat chewer and a darned playful pup. She is a little smaller than me. I'm still a good fifteen pounds heavier. I won't say her exact weight because event though she's a dog I'm still a gentlecat and wouldn't tell a lady's weight no matter what breed. She chews on me but I wouldn't exactly call it Puppy Power! She's a little shrimp. At night we lay together sometimes and bathe each other - it kinda sounds weird - but I guess I would have to admit she's my pal.
6 of 9
How vulgar, low-class and disgusting!
The Groups I'm In:
Shades of Gray
My Human's side of the story:
How I Met My Cat
By Ian Magnuson
The wonderful smell. The tasty smell. The Pasty smell. Thatâ€™s what I think of when I remember Nana. â€œWhatâ€™s a Pastyâ€? I shot out while we were in the car breaking the silence. The window was open because it was in the summer and the Jeep didnâ€™t have air conditioning. My mom paused, â€œWell, um itâ€™s sort of like a pot pie except you hold it in your hand.â€?
â€œOhâ€¦ is it good?! I shouted.
â€œYes, yes you would like it.â€?
My great grandma, Nana, made Pasties for the family when I was little. The first time I tasted a pasty, it was like heavenâ€¦ ok! Enough about pasties, lets get to the story.
A few hours later, were on a causeway. â€œOk!â€? father said â€œwe are here.â€? It was a small brown house, one story. My grandparents lived across the road. Oh yea, it was on an island, Kitty Island. My other relativesâ€™ houses where scattered all around the island.
It was tea time. So every one was at the eldest personâ€™s house (Nanaâ€™s). We walked in and every body greeted us and stuff. The last â€œhowâ€™ve you beenâ€? was said and we finally got settled, my parents were sitting at the table and I was eating a cookie standing, and then something caught my eye. A tail, â€œa catâ€™s tailâ€? I thought. It was dark grey and black. Sort of taunting me the way it was waging.
Most kids would be thinking about pulling it, but I was thinking of something else. The animal that owned it. I leaned backwards trying to see the cat. I almost fell. I quickly finished the cookie and departed from the conversation that I wasnâ€™t paying attention to in the first place.
I looked to see if the tail was still thereâ€¦ It wasnâ€™t. I heard an adult voice saying â€œthat cat doesnâ€™t like kids.â€? As a naturally courteous person I disregarded it and I venturedâ€¦ well, not really ventured, it was only 17 ft but I swear that it was bigger when I was little. Peeking over the corner and found a harmless, lazy, fat cat sleeping on the couch. Now my lifeâ€™s goal was to pet the cat. Slowly and silently stepping forward reaching out with my hands. My right hand touched him first and my left never got the chance because the second I touched him his head shot up in a flash and a sort of half-asleep meow came from him. My heart still beating, I new that Kia and I would be friends.
-That night we had pasties and as I said earlier, it was like heaven.
I've Been On Catster Since:
|February 5th 2006
||More than 9 years!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
March 30th 2009 8:57 am
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My boy is a true perfect master. He is lazy just like me. I love him to death prrrrrrr. and I love it that we love to sleep! He's the best. expecially when he keeps those darned dogs away. that's just perrrrfect.
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