"I only look innocent!"
Age: 8 Years Sex: Male Weight: 7 lbs.
|Home:Buffalo, NY ||[I have a diary!] |
"Oh no--she's picking me up--she's gonna kiss me, I just know it!"
"Does this look like the face of someone enjoying himself to you?"
"Stop spraying that hose...hey--this water's cold!"
"I was less than a day old here. Wasn't I adorable?"
"Why is there a giant hand under my face?"
"You said you wanted a close up...is this close enough?"
"Come any closer and I'll zap you with my lazer beam eyes!" [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
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Prince, Little Monster, Georgio
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October 17th 2005
getting into trouble :), being held and petted, being the center of attention
getting bathed or brushed, being ignored, sharing laps with other cats
Favorite Nap Spot:
On top of his little cat condo, warm laps, on the dining room chair
dry food--he just doesn't seem to like wet canned cat food
being oh so adorable, purring like an engine, curtain climbing, demanding attention
George was born here in our house and was the only kitten in his litter. He was "raised" by both his birth meowmie Bree Bree and his older sister Tabitha. No one was sure what colour he was, but as he's gotten bigger, it turns out that he is a show quality black. He's a very special kitty.
George is an adorable little monster. He was the most active kitten I've ever had. He managed to pull down an entire curtain--rod and all from right out of the wall! The studs were still in the hardware! He loves to climb on us and attack our feet while we're trying to sleep. He also licks our eyelids and our hair. He never stops purring--and, boy, does he have a loud purr! He has done one thing that none of our other cats has ever managed to do...chase my husband out of bed and make him sleep on the sofa! He loves his daddy so much that he constantly tries to lick him--which makes it difficult to get any rest. He's so adorable that it's impossible to get angry at him. He just looks up at you with those eyes and you absolutely melt. He's a little wild man and I just adore him.
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Appetite for Destruction!
The Groups I'm In:
6 or more kitties, Persian and Himalayan Beauties plus all beauties family members, Smushy Face Cat Club
Most likely to:
resemble the energizer bunny
I'm too young to have one yet!
I've Been On Catster Since:
|February 19th 2006
||More than 7 years!
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for 2850 days
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November 2nd 2006 7:07 am
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A few weeks ago, I had my first birthday. Meowmie says I'm not a baby now and to celebrate she gave me my first "big boy" haircut. I didn't like that too much. Now I look like one of those sheep that get their hair cut off to make sweaters. Meowmie wanted to take some pictures to show everybody how handsome she thinks I look, but I'm not having any of that. I'm gonna hide until my hair grows back, so if she thinks I'm gonna pose for photos any time soon, she's got another thing coming! Humans are so mean sometimes.
Embarrassed little meows to all.
March 3rd 2006 2:00 pm
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I was a very bad boy the other night--at least that's what Daddy said. My parents (the human ones) were sleeping and it was dark and Daddy was snoring like he usually does. I had a little problem with my hiney that I couldn't fix and I tried to wake them up by crying as loud as my little lungs would let me. I guess they didn't hear me, so I tried to "fix" the problem myself by rubbing my rear on the wood floor to try and get my mess off. It didn't work, no matter how hard I tried. I knew I needed to take some drastic action and jumped on Daddy's pillow, right near his head, and screamed. He still wouldn't wake up. I rubbed myself on his arm and then his head, but he still didn't get up. I was such an upset little kitty by then, that I jumped off the bed and tried to scoot across the floor some more. The icky stuff was still there all over my rump. Finally, Meowmie woke up and I thought she'd fix me, but she just laid in bed until Daddy started yelling at her to get up and turn on the light. She did and then gasped when she saw what I'd done. My mess was all over Daddy's pillow, his arm, his head, in his hair, on the blanket and in "skid marks" all over the floor. Daddy kept yelling and then Meowmie grabbed me and all three of us went into the bathroom and I got a bath. I didn't really like that too much, but at least the yucky stuff was finally off my hiney. Daddy had to take a shower too and Meowmie changed all the sheets and pillow cases on the bed and took the blankets down into the dark place where she makes the clothes smell so much better. Daddy didn't come back to bed, but Meowmie said he was really mad because he didn't want to get up yet--it was too early. She said it was 3am when I got them up and it was now almost 4am. I heard Daddy yelling from the other room that I was a very bad kitty.
I still don't understand it. If I was such a bad kitty, why was Meowmie laughing so much?
I'll never understand humans.
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