Breed Unknown
Picture of Buster, a male Breed Unknown

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Home:Scarborough, ON, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 12 lbs.

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Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-pound cat

September 1st 2004

Brown-Patched Tabby

Playing with his stepbrother, Owen. The chase is on!!!

Being offered the same flavour cat food more than once in a week.

Favorite Toy:
The Nug. It's a crochet ball tied to a long shoelace. He takes it everywhere and at least once a day drops it into Owens food bowl.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Shoebox on top of the computer hutch.

Favorite Food:
Anything in a small can that is expensive.

He can weave and we have the digital photos to prove it.


Arrival Story:
He was all alone, sitting on a small towel in a huge cage just inside the doors of the animal shelter. We saw him and fussed with him a bit then moved on to the larger cat room. But he has already stolen our hearts. When we returned to the cage he began to roll around and toss the only item in his cage...the towel. The he came to the edge of the cage to gather our approval for his little bit of entertainment. How could we not love a cat who's ears were way too big for his tiny head?

The Groups I'm In:
Hey! You Look Like Me!, Scarborough Cats Rule!

I've Been On Catster Since:
May 24th 2006 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

Meet my family
OwenMissy (RIP)

Meet my Feline Friends
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Life is a Busterama!

Been a long time since last blog.

April 21st 2008 12:28 pm
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I have neglected my blog. Maybe I have just been enjoying becoming such a chubby boy. That cupboard where they keep those little cans is my best place in the world. Owen does not get excited about the contents of the cupboard, but I sure do!

My new favorite place is the crawlspace. Papa cleaned it all up this winter, fixed it nice and even added lights so he and Mom can go in there to find things that suddenly filled it up. There are cool places to hide in and I love sitting on the big metal thing that comes out of that other metal thing that makes noise. Boy, do my paws get warm sitting there.
Mom thinks I will not enjoy it quite as much when they turn on something called an 'air conditioner'. We'll see.

I have taught Mom a new trick. Every time I up on the fireplace, she gives me treats. Do I have her well trained or what?

Moth season has arrived and I just know they will come in with Mom and Papa and then Owen and I can play with them (well...I will play with them...Owen just eats them and the fun is over. What a silly guy.)


Doggie visit

October 25th 2006 12:27 pm
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A rather large, black dog entered our home last week and he seems to be here for a while. What is 2 weeks?

Owen seems to like him a lot but I am still a bit nervous. He doesn't seem to notice us at all. What's with that guy? Am I not cute? Worth giving chase to?
I like to stare at him a lot. Yesterday I got into his blanket on the floor, just to see what would happen. Well....BAM! I feel something on my head and when I try and get out of the blanket my way is blocked by his big paw holding it down.
I backed up and found another way out and decided that was not such a good idea.

But, darn, it was kind of fun. (I'm all about trouble).


Moth patrol

August 26th 2006 5:19 am
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What a great summer this has been. Even though we are not allowed to go to that outside the door place, we did manage to have a lot of flying things come in when mom and papa came through the door. Papa said he has to move the light away from the door so the moths don't come in at night when they come in.
I say "Nooooo" .
Leave the light right where it is.

I had a great moth right at the doorstep last week and suddenly Owen showed up and it disappeared. He had scared it off so I kept looking for it.

Is that moth dust on his upper lip?

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