 Photo Comments (4) "Me and my catch o' the day: weasel"
| Home:Southeast, ID | [I have a diary!] |
Age: 8 Years Sex: Male Weight: 12 lbs.
 Photo Comments "This dude ain't sleeping, he's a goner"
Photo Comments (1) "I'm handsome, not cute!"
Photo Comments "Handsome as can be!"
Photo Comments "If I could just reach that pigeon that's on the roof..."
Photo Comments "Hi Uncle Lew! How ya doing Uncle Lew? I love ya Uncle Lew!"
Photo Comments "I need not say much, my giantness speaks for itself!"
Photo Comments "Am I in your way or something Scooter?"
Photo Comments "Comfy chair!"
Photo Comments [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
|
 |
|
|
Leave a treat for Inkspot
Nicknames:
Puffy, Puffball, Fluffy, Stinkpot, The Puffster, Wide Load
Kitty Complexion:
| | | | | | | | | Activeness | | | | | | Intelligence | | | | | | Curiosity | | | | | | Friendliness | | | | | | Vocal | | | |
| |
| | | | | |
Quick Bio:
Birthday:
April 21st 2003
Coloration:
White
Likes:
I like to hunt, try to sneak inside the house, get brushed, sleep, play with my sisters, be called handsome and buff. I like camo.
Pet-Peeves:
The color pink, being called cute, being mauled by Zoe (the Punk), being barked at by the dogs
Favorite Toy:
I play with mice
Favorite Nap Spot:
In the sun, on the workbench in our garage.
Favorite Food:
Mice, eggs
Skills:
I'm great at hunting-I've caught mice, gophers, a seagull, and a muskrat
Dwells:
outdoors
Arrival Story:
I'm part of the Miss Kitty dynasty- my human family adopted Miss Kitty from the pound several years ago. She's no longer with us, but her legacy lives on through several generations of her decendants, including me! Me and my litter were born in a tomato cage in the garage. When we were about 3 weeks old, my mother disappeared. My human family adopted us. They bottle-fed us, then started giving us solid food. Me and my sisters call them our " 'dopted parents".
Bio:
Out of my litter of 5, me and my 2 sisters are still here. I like to play with my Uncles Lewis and Rev, and I like to play with Zoe as long as she doesn't get too rough. When my human family takes the dogs for walks, I like to follow along to keep an eye on them.
Lives Remaining:
8 of 9
Forums Motto:
Mice fear me.
Being herded:
When the Humans take the dogs for walks, Cindy tries to herd me. She'll get behind me, go to a side, etc. I think I like it!
Background from:
|
| May 5th 2006 |
 |
More than 5 years! |
Rosettes Given In The Past Month:
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
309868
 for 2075 days
See all my Feline Friends
See all my Feline Friends
|
|
|
November 11th 2011 4:52 pm
[ Leave A Comment | 5 people already have ]
So I am always on the hunt. There are plenty of critters around here to catch. But this is a new one, even for me.
Caught a weasel.
Now I'm not gonna tell ya where I caught it. Don't want ya moving in on my turf. But I had the vermin in the garage when the folks pulled in. I carried my prize out and around the side of the garage. The folks told me I done good. They went in and came back out with their camera boxes.
They sure were proud of me for catching that weasel. 'Dopted Daddy said they can play heck in the chicken house. They are ornery things.
This one I caught was still moving and kinda kicking when I took it back in the garage for the photo shoot the folks wanted.
Sorry about the way they turned out. I let them take pictures of the dood while I had a bit to eat.
They told me I should dispatch the critter since he was still kicking. But I let 'Dopted Daddy do the deed. I was busy eating and 'Dopted Mommy didn't want the thing coming back to life and running around the garage.
Just a day in life around here for the Great White Hunter.
February 9th 2011 4:41 pm
[ Leave A Comment | 2 people already have ]
Me and my two sisters live outside. We go into the garage at night time. We have a litter box, food and a heated water dish. We also have a large box with a ton of covers in there to sleep and snuggle in.
'Dopted Mommy (the one the little dog calls Sister) came out to tuck us in. She made sure we had food and water. She fluffed our covers.
That is when she found it.
She found a mouse butt. It was kinda flat. I was saving that mouse butt for a snack later on. Or maybe he was flat because he had be napped on. But 'Dopted Mommy touched it when she was fluffing.
She is pretty cool. She didn't let out a girly scream or wet her pants or nothing. She figured since she had already touched it, surprised like, she might as well grab the thing and throw it away.
That's the way it is around here. Easy come and easy go. I will just have to catch me more mousies tomorrow. Maybe I can hide them better next time.
September 29th 2010 9:01 am
[ Leave A Comment | 3 people already have ]
So I just got back from the vet.
That rood dood took my temperature. But I was a good soldier and didn't put up a fuss. Since 'dopted Mommy just noticed me limping last night, my temperature wasn't too high. The vet told us I came in before it got too bad.
Then the guy listened to my healthy heart. I keep in shape.
Then he shaved some of the fur offa my back foot so he could see the bad place. I even held pretty still for that. I got a little restless while the peeps discussed what they could and should do for me to get my foot better.
I got a shot of Auntie Bi O'tic and some pain killer. With the shot now I don't have to take any medicine at home. The 'dopted Mommys are supposed to keep my foot clean by washing or wiping it. I don't wanna wear no stinking baby sock or bandages. 'Dopted Mommy knows that would be a waste of time and energy trying to put something on my foot while it heals.
So I am home and I'm gonna hang out in the garage. I had a bite to eat and I will probably take a good nap now.
I will be good to go in a few days. I hope my sisters can keep up with the critter hunting without me.
|
|
|
See all diary entries for Inkspot |
