Nicknames: Bob, Smuffles, Fluffernutter, Scruffles, Scruffy, Handsomosity, Stinky Britches, Filthmiser, the Bagel Burglar, Roberto Gato, Mr. Scruffleupagus
Likes: love, plastics bags
Pet-Peeves: making him a "pencil-neck" geek
Favorite Toy: busy balls
Favorite Nap Spot: his bed, kitchen table, top of fridge, kitchen sink
Favorite Food: Sheba salmon
Skills: playing tag
Arrival Story: After Rufus' brother died, we went to a different shelter looking for a new companion for him. Bob seemed cute, but not too bright. When we took him out of the cage and put him on the table he walked right off the edge! We decided to take him but after his exam they told us we'd have to come back the next day since he had fleas and needed a dip. When we went back to the cage to say goodbye, he looked so miserable. He was huddled up in the corner with his head hung in shame. We named him Bobcat because of his face (he has a majestic fluffy tail).
The next day we took him home and locked him in the kitchen for the night. After my brother turned out the lights, we heard the most pathetic high pitched mewing. My brother couldn't believe his manly, mighty Bobcat had such a girly voice. That's when I knew that Bob was part Maine Coon.
Bio: Bob was diagnosed with CRF in January of 2010. The vet also suspected he had GI lymphoma. With treatment we were able to stabilize his kidneys, but it seems to have taken a toll on his heart. On the night of April 18, 2011 Bob would not engage with us and seemed to be breathing rapidly. We took him to the ER and were shocked when they told us he was in heart failure. After a chest X-ray confirmed the diagnosis, we made the tough decision to help him cross over. Shortly after 1 AM on April 19, 2011, Bob joined Rufus at the Rainbow Bridge.
Fly free, Fluffy Angel. Love is Forever.
The term translates to "an unwelcome cat." In diplomacy, the term refers to a cat that is prohibited from entering another cat's territory or a certain room or closet in the house.
For example, Jack is purrcata non grata in the bedroom because that is Briana's territory and she hates him. The term is being used frequently this week, because Momma forgot she had opened the bedroom door to heat up the room, and Jack exploited her oversight and entered Briana's territory setting off World War Bree. Briana got a nasty scratch over her eye (but not in it, thankfully) and is stressed out. So now Hamlet is also purrcata non grata and banned from the bedroom for the time being.
Today is my 2-year Bridge anniversary. It would also be Grandpa's 88th birthday if he were still alive. But today I'm asking you to keep Momma, Not-the-Momma, Briana, Jack, Hamlet, and all of the Greater Boston area in your purrs. Crazy, scary situation in Watertown. Purring for the injured transit officer. Sad purrs for the family of the MIT officer.
Dumbster-Diving (v)- waiting for Momma to open the closet door, then jumping into a small opening in all of the junk piled up in there, and thinking Momma won't grab your orange butt and drag you back out.
Extreme Dumbster-Diving is when, immediately after a failed Dumbster-Diving attempt, you sit outside the closet door meowing pathetically. It's Extremely Dumb to think Momma would ever open the door for you. Even if you're orange.