Favorite Toy: Black string, rubberbands, catnip mouse, catnip bag with "50lbs." printed on it.
Favorite Nap Spot: In the corner with his blanket for a bed (he refuses a real cat bed).
Favorite Food: Chicken Soup, Spot's Stew
Skills: Owns a consignment shop in town and a manure company. Uses his spare time to write his memoirs.
Arrival Story: One day we were frolicking around town as we so often did when we saw this small animal strolling down the side of the road wearing a top hat and carrying a cane over his shoulder with a handkerchief full of his possesions tied to the end of it. Upon closer inspection we saw that it was a cat. We asked him where he was going and he told us how he didn't really have anywhere to go and that he was just taking a walk around town. He said that sometimes he'll set up his top hat on the sidewalk, stand in front of it and dance in hopes of getting people to toss some coins in his hat. We didn't believe him at first. But soon he showed us just how well he could 'claw a rug'. People kept throwing quarters in his top hat as his little paws moved around swiftly and daintly while tossing about his cane. His feet were as fast as lightening, but still they maintained poise and grace. We were highly impressed. We asked him if he had a home and he wistfully told us that he did not. After discussing it amongst ourselves we decided that it would be just right for this entertaining little kitty to come live with us. Rits happily accepted. And we've been a family ever since.
How did you get started in business?: Well, once I sold my first bag of manure it was all downhill from there. I opened SF industries, my manure company, and business is always booming. Shortly after that I was given the opportunity to open a consignment shop. I snapped it up as though it were fresh catnip. I gave it the clever name of "The Ritz" and it has been a hit too. To be a success in business you need the know-how and you have to be good with money. I am lucky enough to be experienced in both.
A few weeks ago I received an invitation from some kind kitties to join a group here on wonderful Catster. "Oh cool!," I thought. I like to be invited to stuff. But then I took a closer look at which group it was...."Olde Furts". "What?!," I said out loud. My monocle fell from my eye. "There must be a mistake...," I thought as I looked closer. "They probably meant to send it to another kitty. MOL. Yes, that's it," I chortled, self-assured. Then I spotted the group's tagline - "If you can read this -- or if you're under 10! -- you're too young." "Ah, see? They're definitely mistaken. I'm -obviously- under 10. MOL. They probably just mistakenly looked at my weight rather than my age."
I let out a sigh of relief and browsed over to my VIP (Very Important Profile). And then........there it was. "No, meow, no! Say it isn't so", I cried. Right there on my profile in broad daylight, right next to "Age" it read, 10 Years. TEN. YEARS. OLD....OLD....OLD. The word echoed in my head. "Old? Not me! It can't be. The humans must've hacked my account! That's it. MOL. April 1st was just here. They did it as a prank and I caught it only just this minute. MOL." Sigh. Not only am I old, I am gullible too. I checked my account information and everything was correct, of course. Finally, the reality began to wrap around me like a warm blanket.
"Old?......ME? Why, 10 isn't old! What are those kitties in that old farts group thinking? What an insult! I'm still as spry as a Spring kitten! Meowr!" I did a somersault to prove it. The humans happened to catch a glimpse and applauded, of course. It takes nothing to amuse those simple minded beings. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes.
10 years old is NOT old. Far from it. 20 is what's old. Dang, every time I see a 20 year old cat, I'm like, "Hey, grandpa, did you forget your cane?" MOL. Oh, Rits, you rascal. MOL.
Oh meow goodness! Little did I know what awaited me when I logged into my email today. As it turns out, I was COtD (Cat Of the Day) on Friday! Meow, meow! *dances* I'm so excited!! Thank you for featuring me! It is truly an honor. *bows*
I was absent Friday and Caturday (busy with important kitty errands), so I missed out on the fun. But I appreciate all of the happy tidings and well wishes (and cupcakes!) from the kitties who took the time to send them.
And to those 3 thoughtful cats who graciously made an image to commemorate this special occasion, I thank you. I'm not sure which one to display on my profile. At first, the choice was obvious....until I discovered that 2 other caring kitties had also made one for me. *sigh* What's a kitty to do? I'm only allowed a certain amount of photos on my profile. Otherwise, I'd display all of them.
I'm so very flattered.....*puts on sunglasses*...and famous.
Squeee!!! Catster is NOT going to shutdown the forums, the profiles, and best of all...not MY profile. Isn't that WONDERFUL news?! It made me cry to think that my fans would no longer be able to view my beautiful face or catch up with my latest happenings through my diary. But now you can continue to stop by, stare, and daydream of me. *sigh*
In other news, canned Spam is very delicious. I eat mine with catnip mustard. Meow, meow.
Thanks for keeping everything alive and happy, Catster!