Domestic Shorthair
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Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 12 lbs.

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Phinley, Phiningham, Phinster, Stink butt, Phinners, Phindler

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-part feral-cat rescue

Gray and White

I love my Christmas present... a huge cat tower! I also love my bed, the towel rack in the bathroom, Mom's down blanket, and Dad's arm to cuddle in. I also like to chew on Daddy's breifcase.

I hate when Mom and Dad leave me out! I want to be there whenever they do anything, like shower, work, study, cook. You get the point. Just so that my parents understand, I sit right on top of what ever they are working on.

Favorite Toy:
My favorite toy is the wand with a tail on the end. It reminds me of my hunting days outside... if only Mom and Dad had birds too...

Favorite Nap Spot:
I love to sleep on the bed. I keep warm when I sleep right in the middle of Mom and Dad, but I also like to sleep right next to Dad on his pillow. If they aren't at home, I usually crash on my tower, in my bed, or occasionally on the bathroom counter.

Favorite Food:
I used to exclusively eat Fancy Feast. However, someone told my parents that is not very healthy so now I stick to Proplan and Science Diet wet food, and Eukanuba crunchies. I love Proplan's tarter control treats and they keep the cavities away!!

I am the speediest cat you will ever find. I like to race all around the apartment, especially right up to the top of my tower. You will often find me dangling from one of it's shelves, or jumping over, flipping off of, or going through furniture.


Arrival Story:
My parents were so lucky to find me, because I tried hard to get away! My Mom was at work and there were a lot of people going in and out of her office. It was sooo cold outside so I ran right in. I was very curious about what all of these people were doing, but I didn't want any of them to touch me. The woman who is now my Mother bravely picked me up and took me back outside, even thought I was trying to bite her and scratch her. I stayed around the building, inspecting everyone that came in, until a big white truck pulled up. Soon, I was being shoved into a cage by my Mom (who had to wear thick leather protective gloves). Even though I had been very nasty to her, she felt sorry for me because I was so skinny (hunting just isn't as easy in the winter time). She took me to my Dad's house. There I tried to have my way with Dad's sheets, so he made me stay in the bathroom overnight, even though I protested furiously by making a lot of noise. By the time he let me out in the morning I was a new cat. I was ready to kick my old street habits and start a new life. Ever since then I have been a loving house cat (except when Mom clips my nails).

I still don't trust strangers that come to my house. It takes me a long time to get used to them. I know that a lot of people think I'm mean, even my Grandma, but I am just misunderstood!

Forums Motto:
Go big or Go home!

The Groups I'm In:
Gray is Grey-t!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
My friend loves people food!

I've Been On Catster Since:
February 16th 2006 More than 10 years!

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