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Nicknames: Billby, Bilbo, Bill the Cat, Bilb, Sir William, William Wallace, Buddy
Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-part feral
-blind
Coloration: Brown Tabby
Likes: Sitting on people's laps, listening to music, sitting on dad
Pet-Peeves: Children, not being able to chew
Favorite Toy: inexpensive ball point pens
Favorite Nap Spot: Anywhere he could wedge his body
Favorite Food: Anything he could swallow without chewing
Skills: He could open doors, hold things in his hands, eat with his hands
Dwells:
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: A scrawney stray cat started hanging around the house where I lived. He was starved and emaciated, and his skinny body made his head look gigantic. He was between 9-12 months old. I didn't know feral cats could not be tamed. We fed him and he stayed. I taught him how to behave and get along with folks.
Bio: He had FeLV which eventually caused his demise.
He could not chew, because of bad gums.
He had a broken hip that healed crooked.
He was blind in one eye.
Forums Motto:
It's a tricky time for dad. Happy and sad anniversaries at once. Ten years ago my dad was forced to have his fine, handsome, intelligent, loving cat, who was his closest friend (due to his twoleg best friend dying two weeks earlier) sent to the bridge because of the beastly and evil FeLV virus.
Since then, I have spent the last decade roaming this bridge area without him. I've made lots of friends here, but I miss curling up with dad at night and sleeping snuggly with his hand on my side.
Don't get too upset, because there's a happy part to this time of year as well! At about the same time of my assisted departure, elsewhere in sunny Chula Vista, California a fine queen gave birth to a litter of the most adorable kittens. These kittens soon found themselves in a private shelter, and up for adoption when they were a mere 8 weeks of age.
On a saturday, Dad happened to be in the Chula Vista Petsmart and saw these fine kittens. He looked them over and there was a lovely gray tabby, but it was a girl and he wanted a tom. In fact there was an identical tom, and dad took this little fine fuzzy fellow home, to help him cope with the sadness of being without my esteemed self.
This is how it comes to be that the middle of March is my Bridgeday and Xander's Birthday. It's sad to memorialize my loss, but happy that Xander came into the world, because he's a fine tom, a big fuzzy galoot that dad enjoys rubbing vigorously. Sometimes even though many years are passed, he will occasionally accidentally call Xand "Bill" which starts him feeling sad again.
Ten year anniversery. Be nice to my dad if you see him. He's sad, and happy too.
Well, my good friend Snipper tagged me with the Christmas tag. I don't believe in tagging myself, so I won't be tagging anyone back. But I don't mind listing five Christmas wishes!
1- I hope dad gets a better paying job.
2- I don't want Xander joining me up here for a long long time!
3- I hope the Chinese people quit shipping poison toys and food and pet products to the rest of the worldd.
4- I hope that some clever twoleg comes up with a cure for FeLV and FIV.
5- I'd like to see Catster either stop the animated ads that cause computers to lock up, or else make it so PLUS members can turn off the animated ads.
Well, there's a program that is supposed to come up with a pirate name. It seems to come up with very similar names though. So Dad was nice enough to give me a pirate name. When I'm in pirate mode I will be called "Captain Blind Eye Bill". It's a good pirate name, because I was blind in one eye back in the day, and I'm Hammock President (some say President of the entire Bridge!), so I should at least be a pirate captain. And my name is still Bill, so there you go!
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