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Age: 14 Years Sex: Male Weight: 16 lbs.
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Golden Paw, Iron Paw, Puddy, Golden Thunder, De-Lucks (Orange Crush didn't last long, with this illustrious list!)
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February 15th 2002
Hunting mice and birds, and being around his people friends.
Not being let outside upon demand, Whiskas or Friskies cat food.
Fresh Kill, Bugs, anything he can catch and play with.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Underneath my son's bed.
Fancy Beast, er Feast, and only the grilled chicken, turkey, and beef types. He also likes Friskies Turkey and Cheese. It's the only Friskies he will eat.
He turns our lights on and off! He can fetch things and come when called. He can get out the front screen door. He's also an excellent hunter of bugs, mice, lizards and birds.
indoors and outdoors
As a family, we lost another very dear cat, Mr. C. He died of kidney failure and it was heartbreaking. After a month, we decided we needed another kitty. We searched the internet and found some prospects. The three-year-old orange kitty at the Escondido Humane Society caught my eye and my heart, right there on line! We searched through three or four shelters before our last ditch effort to find just the right puddy, and we ended up in Escondido. When we were looking at some other cat, an attendant brought Lucky into his cage for the first time in a while. He looked super friendly and smiled at us. He looked as interested in us as we did in him! We took him into the viewing room and he was, indeed, friendly with us, and with every other cat in the place. The boys fell in love with him immediately. It's hard to imagine finding your kitty on the internet, but here he was, in the fur! He needed a little help from us because he had a bad kitty cold, but it's been over a year since his arrival in our home, and he's definitely the Lucky Edmond.
The Humane Society said that he was brought to the shelter because nobody could care for him. It wasn't necessarily that he was not wanted, it was because there was no way to take care of him. Lucky is a wonderful cat - I think he may have had a wonderful previous owner. :-) He's also too friendly. We keep pulling him out of other people's vehicles!!
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I rule. Iron Paw.
The Groups I'm In:
Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Orange kitties ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've Been On Catster Since:
|April 6th 2006
||More than 10 years!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
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April 28th 2014 10:26 pm
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This is just a little funny story that I think will make you smile.
My Uncle Mike (Mommy's son) finally had the chance to change his own son's diaper. That made me smile. Someone always has to clean my kitty box, usually Uncle Matt. I hope Mike did a good job for his son because if you don't take care of business, well... The following tale should tell you all about that.
I mean, a few days ago, in honor of Uncle Mike's special occasion, Uncle Matt must've not had the time to do the kitty box duty (or, shall we say, Doodie??) Anyway, as I was cleaning up and leaving my box, I, uh... stepped in it. Literally! I mean, it was there, and I stepped in it!
Now, in Cat years, I'm nearly 70 so please have some grace and mercy, but I just couldn't quite shake it off my paw. Mom and Dad just put in new wood floors (I have a new diary entry for that. The Meows echo really cool in the hallway!) and, since I could not shake it off, I left my mark on the new floor. Several times, too. Then, Mom came home from work... She was not very happy. Then again, she takes such good care of me that she cleaned the floor and the box and all things are fine again.
But I'll never forget my Doodie Day, the day I left a trail from the cat box to the food bowl. Only it wasn't exactly bread crumbs (Mom didn't know what it was until she smelled it.) My box has not been forgotten by Uncle Matt, and all is well in my house. I rule. Iron Paw.
March 9th 2014 9:57 pm
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I was out gallivanting in the yard today, having fun, minding my own business chasing bugs, when the neighbor came over and asked my Human Dad when I was due. I thought this only happened with humans - I was wrong! Dad calmly (and I have no idea why he was calm - gives me paws to think a bit about that) that I was a male. Then, the neighbor says, "That's one fat cat." Naturally, I could have howled and clawed his leg for that, but I'm more civilized. I merely ate the bug I caught.
I could have cried in my Friskies. I could have gone on a hunger strike, but that just isn't me. I'm LUCKY!! Spell that L-U-C-K-Y. Everyone wants to be me, I thought. How could I be fat? Is that why Mommy calls me "Your rotundness?"
And today, Mommy stopped letting me have the cheese off her pizza. I think I'm going to starve to death - Cats do not live on bugs alone! I blame it on the Veterinarian. She's the first one to say I was fat. She put me on a diet. The first three letters of that word say it all - DIE!! I guess I need to get a catmill and work out. I've been climbing fences and trees, but I think I need a catapult and I need to caterwaul my way through this obstacle course of a neighborhood, always aware that there is a bigger cat than me around these parts. We call him Bob. Dad says he's a bobcat. I think he's got no tail.
But, I can run and I can get my furry feline frame in shape, I guess. I thought at 10 years old... never mind. The doctor says I'm predisposed to Diabetes. I don't have it! But I'll get myself moving and eat (heaven forbid) cat food.
And I'll be fine with that. For I am LUCKY! Iron paw. I rule.
March 23rd 2011 10:08 pm
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I guess my oldest human brother can say that folks are clawing to get into his room. RATS!! This annoying human will NOT open the door! I'm yelling at him to open up because I need to see that he's in bed and sleeping like he's supposed to be. Doesn't he know that I'm in charge of making sure all occupants of this structure are where they're supposed to be after 10:00 p.m.? Besides - my favorite patch of sun in the morning is right in the middle of his unmade bed. That's MY bed!! (My brother just borrows it to sleep in at night.) So, technically, it's my room.
I also stole my younger brother's girl friend. :-) I'm so adorable! I just poured on the charm and I was eating out of her hand in no time. He thinks she comes over to see him, but that's just a cover. She can't resist the king of Fluff!! I'm soooo Lucky!
That door is not budging. Guess I'll just have to keep letting him know that I'm on the job. I'll be here all night, so if he wants to sleep, he knows what he has to do.
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