Skills: He can fetch and catch toys in mid air and he likes to shred his cardboard boxes
Arrival Story: He was crossing a busy street, one night, and stopped in the middle of the street, and froze, in oncoming traffic. I ran out in the street and picked him up, and was honked at.
Bio: I am a very talkative cat, I talk more than my siamese brother. I talk to my humans and they talk back, and I love to talk to my toys. I love to race around the house chasing my brother, I am an alpha-male. I love to intimidate my brother, but I also come to his aid when he squeals. I love my hardwood floors, mom says I look like a cartoon cat when I start running. My back half has to race to catch up with my front half. I now stay off the stove, in return for bacon and bacon grease. I also administer the University of Catcando.
My lovely girlfriend, Etta James is remembering me in this way, so please participate, your cat(s) will love you even more and I thank you.
I didn't want to go, but the angels called me home. Mom took me to the vet, today. I wasn't eating my canned cat food. She tried different flavors, different brands, and even a different dish. Mom says I seemed fine. I jumped up on the table, today. I ate yesterday. The vet was examining me, and all of a sudden, I started crying, and rolled on my side. I was rushed downstairs and they did all they could. Evidently, I had a mass in my abdomen, and there was fluid around my heart. The vet says I had a heart attack and there wasn't anything mom could have done. She is so sad. I didn't want to leave her, or even my silly brother. As mom was leaving the vet, it started to snow, mom quoted something, "March is the Cruelest Month," she says she certainly agrees. If I could ask one, thing, please help my mom and my brother, I am fine and watching them, but they are not ok.
I have a kitty headache and I haven't even been in the nip. I also have a new nickname. First, every time mom goes in the kitchen, I have to go with her. I beg for treats every time we go in the kitchen. I only get treats once a day which is no fair. Well, this time, as mom was opening the refrigerator door, I ran into the kitchen and the refrigerator door. I sort of bounced off the door. Mom was trying really hard not to laugh at me. I did get treats, though, to go with my headache. Mom says running into the door didn't teach me anything. I didn't know a door could teach. Next time, she went in the kitchen, I was right in front of her, and skidded to a stop, before we reached the refrigerator door, and she had to hop over me, which is where my new nickname came from. She now says move, and calls me a silly cat. Is that very nice??? Maybe the refrigerator door did teach me something, it taught me to stop as I and running into the kitchen. Which one of us is silly, if I stop and mom keeps going???