Birthday: July 11th 1991 Coloration: Seal Point Likes: eating anything he can find; grooming Gitta; watching movies with his humans; napping Pet-Peeves: his little brother, Nero; dieting; the vet Favorite Toy: "toys? what use are toys?" asks Dante Favorite Nap Spot: anywhere warm and soft - clean laundry is a favorite Favorite Food: he's never met a food that he didn't like Skills: opening cabinets and doors; stealing treats from Simba; impersonating an inanimate object Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: My partner "won" custody of Dante in his divorce, and ultimately both he and his person moved in with me (to Simba's chagrin). Bio: A lover of other cats, Dante isn't such a lover of new people. Once he's decided you're ok, he'll be your bestfriend, but until then he'll hide out in the closet, behind the bed, or in a cabinet. In fact, new people are his only motivation to exercise; when visitors come in the house is the only time we see him move beyond a slow mosey.
With his tried and true friends, he finds laps and backs to be most satisfactory for napping, and he thinks one of the best things about humans is that they can pick up that funny looking instrument - the brush - and comb his fur.
This laidback man's coat wasn't always so beautiful. Back in 2000/2001, it faded quite a bit. You see, Dante was sick but we had no way of knowing since he had just received a clean bill of health from our former vet. We assumed he was in mourning for his friend, Shakes, who had recently passed.
But when it continued, and his new friend, Gitta, did nothing to alleviate the problem, we took him to Simba's vet who discovered he had severe stomatitis (common in Siamese, or so we're told). It was so bad that he had to have all of his teeth pulled. Far from being upset about his silly yawn, Dante sauntered in the house after his surgery and walked straight to the DRY food bowl, where he proceeded to empty it of its contents. From that point on, he continued to gain weight until he was 15.5lbs and, it seemed, bulimic (he'd throw up undigested food). Now, Dante is on a diet. He's much healthier, but he doesn't understand why the other cats can have treats and he can't!
He takes comfort in hanging out with Gitta (who doesn't always want treats, and will happily give hers to him if unsupervised). He loves that she'll groom his ears for him. And she loves him so much that she'll forgo her own feeding time to hop the baby gate that keeps Dante away from Sim's food just to hang out with him. They are truly the dynamic duo. Forums Motto: Can I have a bite of that? The Groups I'm In: ♥ A Tribute to Simba ♥, 10 YEARS OR OVER??? DOGS or CATS, ♥ Democats ♥, PETS for OBAMA, The Ultimate Harry Potter Fan Club, Arizona Cats - Sleeping in the Sunshine, Big kitties every where unite!!!, Gimme & Ele's Birthday Bash 4-15-2008, Kitties with Stomatitis, Occlumency 101, Olde Furts, Samoa's Detective Agency, The Black and White Ankle Biters, The Hazel Lucy Appreciation Society Update 2007: Dante is still on a diet, much to his chagrin, but is losing weight, slowly but surely. He's also losing his eyesight slowly but surely. You'd think that would bother him, but he seems happy enough to have things delivered right to his front paws.
Rico and Gizmo tagged me to play Kazumi Joy's meme game! I am not much of a player, but I will try to stay awake for the whole game. zzzzzzzzzzzzz. ~snort~ What, huh? Oh yeah...we're playing a game! I'm awake, I'm awake!
The rules:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own diary about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your diary.
My seven random facts:
1. I haven't met a food that I don't like!
2. I know how to open cupboards. This comes in very handy when strangers come over: then I hide in the cupboards. After all, strangers are STRANGE!
3. If you scratch just the right spot above my tail, I will smack my lips repeatedly. I'm not telling why I do this.
4. I don't have a single tooth, but that doesn't interfere with #1.
5. I bob my head like Ray Charles: if I'm going to go blind, I might as well imitate the coolest!
6. When I see a treat, I cock my head to the right. In fact, I cock my head to the right when I focus on anything. I am sure I look very dignified with my head askew.
7. When I go to the v-e-t, I hide in Mommy's shirt. She has to wear two now 'cause sometimes they do my eye exams while I am inside her clothes!
I tag the following cats on Catster:
1. Sampson Silver Dollar
2. Pippin
3. Annie
4. Murray 2
5. Sullivan
6. Miss Mickey
7. N' Bikay
