Skills: He rises up on his haunches and runs after Bailey like this and flings his arms at him.
Arrival Story: My friend's co-worker's Maine Coon cat mated with a domestic shorthair and had three kittens (all black). There were two boys and one girl. I got one of the boys. After I got him home, I noticed that he was more than solid black especially on his tummy, head and neck. When his fur is parted in these areas, you see white and not black. This is a smoke. Also, he has stripes everywhere that are under the coat of black. His hair is still short, but getting longer on the britches and tummy. It looks like his hair is spiked. The texture of his coat is like that of my black lambswool/angora hat.
Bio: He has just gotten the bill of health from the vet and I let him play with my boys Sampson Silver Dollar and Bailey Gray Cloud. Samp was pretty good with Merlin and trilled at him. Also, Bailey did the same. All three of them trill to each other. Merlin and Bailey are already friends and have supervised playtimes as Bailey is much, much bigger and sometimes a little rough (in my opinion). When Merlin grows a little more (perhaps a month from now) he can have the run of the house just like Samp and Bail. Currently, Merlin is a little guy and only weighs 2.6 lbs. Bailey is about 12 lbs. and tried to sit on him. I instantly had to break that up. Merlin is so young and hasn't developed his full purrsonality (as cats call it) yet. As his growth progresses, more and more photos will be added here along with developing personality traits.
Diary Picks for 2009: 8/31, 11/5 and 11/8.
This is wonderful! This 10-year-old boy was able to log in to do a quick diary.
It's been a year ago on my last birthday that I wrote anything and I turned 9 years old then. Wow! Bail will be 11years old on April 2nd which is this coming Saturday. My how time flies!
Since Sampy is gone, Bail and I've had a few altercations. I suppose since we're close in age and Bail was here before me, it's a hierarchy thing. We both want to be King! Most of the time, we tolerate each other, sniff each other and walk away. We never cuddle like we used to when I was a kitten and he a year old. Bail cuddles with Landy and only Landy when it's cold weather. Joss is a lone sleeper. She does love to give me a lot of head bonks though.
Anyway, since the log in issue is up and running, we'll write more often. Hopefully, other stuff works such as photos, etc.
I am 9 years old today! I'm really getting up in years. Still I have a lot of energy and can leap up to the cabinets over top of the 'fridge.
I received some gifts today and would like to thank my following friends:
1. INKY & Family - yummy cupcake;
2. ANGEL REBBY & Family - cool snowman;
3. MILO BLUE EYES & Family - cool football.
Of course, I thank HQ for the birthday wishes.
Mommy gave us kitties a bunch of gifts on Saturday which consisted of a soft cat bed (me and Landy take turns sleeping in it). Also, she got us some catnip toys (4 of them) which came in the shape of bottles of wine such as: "Cat-Bernay" and Merl-Cat" (hey, that's me!)"
Lastly, Joss was cuddling with me last night. I suppose that was her present to me for my birthday.
Happy Belated Birthday and an early Catmas too, Mommy! In keeping up with tradition, I again post "A Catmas Pawty" that I wrote when I was a young dude. Here goes:
A CATMAS PAWTY by Merlin, the Panther Boy
On Catmas eve, I went to bed early. Later that night, I woke up at the stroke of midnight from a deep sleep by the sounds of loud piano music, drums, and a trumpet. Catmas carols were being sung in our native tongue: meows, howls, breeps and chirps.
I got up from Mommy's bed where I always sleep every night. I walked slowly down the hall toward the computer room. The door was open slightly. I found this to be very odd as Mommy always had this door closed to keep my brothers and I out. I peeked through the crack of the door and saw, to my amazement, all of Mommy's cat figurines had come to life, jumped out of the glass display cabinet and were pawtying! Portia-Lynne was playing the piano while her husband Sir Ramic blew on the horn! Their three little ones, China, Cyrstal and Blenko sat atop the piano and sang in their beautiful high-pitched breeps. Some of the kitty figurines of unknown names were dancing as Portia-Lynne and her husband played Jingle Bell Rock. Others stood and talked while they drank varying Catnip type drinks: Catip Sunrises, Catnip Ladies, Catnip Cape Codders (Catnip with cranberry juice).
A Catmas tree, stood tall behind the piano and perched in the top of the tree was the Cheshire Cat grinning and swishing his large plumed tail!
I wanted to pawty with them and the thought of meeting a girl went through my head. I decided it would not be a good idea to enter the room as there was magical spell in here on this Catmas Eve. All the kitties were not real and if I joined in, I would become like them after the party ended and would have to spend the whole year on the shelf with them as a figurine.
I value my life too much. I love my Mommy and brothers and sister and I'd miss them and they'd miss me. Because of this, I decided to watch the pawtiers from a distance. They were all too drunk on catnip drinks and they never noticed me watching them.
Eventually, I returned to my bed and didn't wake up until the Catmas morning sunlight poked through the bedroom window blinds.
The dream was still very alive in my head and out of curiosity, I went into the computer room to find the following: The glass door to the display case was slightly ajar and one of the windows was open a crack, and on the floor was the figurine of Portia-Lynne wearing our Santa hat. But the strangest thing of all was the look on her face. She was smiling up at me . . . . .
So, there you go. I was young and little almost five years ago when I wrote this story. Every year, I'm bigger than the year before. I'm the biggest cat in the furmily (now 17.1 lbs and the vet thinks I'm 2 lbs overweight. I don't think so and neither does Mommy as my weight isn't blubber, it's all muscle and bone). It's hard to believe that I've gotten that big. In March of 2006, (when I joined Catster) I was a little guy of 2 1/2 months old.
Happy Belated Birthday Mommy and an early Catmas. This is my present to you!
Purrrrrrrrrrs & Breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeps,
P.S. I look forward to Catster being totally back on track in 2015. We haven't been on much because of errors and other types of fleas.
Also, Joss is stuck like glue on me. She even has taken to licking me on the top of my head. Can a guy like me stand all this affection from my sis???