Nicknames: Fluffers, Flabby Tabby, Enderrific, Little Man, Big Boy
Birthday: March 4th 2006
Coloration: Spotted Tabby
Likes: Eating, sleeping, & exploring outside
Pet-Peeves: Dump trucks, vacuum cleaner, & Petra
Favorite Toy: Cardboard box
Favorite Nap Spot: In a cardboard box
Favorite Food: Tuna
Arrival Story: The boy-pet worked for the hoomans who fed me when I was a baby. He and the girl-pet came over to see me and my brothers and sisters; there I was, this friendly, fluffy tabby, and my sister, an adorable little calico-colored patched tabby. The boy-pet held us both out to the girl-pet with big puppy-dog eyes (no pun intended), and so, of course, she gave in and they brought us both home!
Bio: I am a fluffy, chubby, brown-and-gray tabby with a tan belly and big, lion-sized paws. I am an indoor cat, though I do enjoy small jaunts outside whenever my pets open the front door (there are these awesome bushes right outside with these great yummy leaves). Our apartment is pretty big; I have full run of it. I like to climb up on the windowsills and watch everybody else who lives here. My pets, Adam and Shannon, are nice enough. I love it when they rub my belly; I cuddle with them all the time. They feed me well enough, even though they don't let me have hooman food. If only they would let me have just one slice of that yummy-smelling pizza!
I also live here with my sister, Valentine. I have to watch out for her a lot. She gets scared pretty easily. I'm the curious one. I love to explore. I also love to play with my ball-on-a-spring, and I play-fight with Valentine when she's in the mood, but she always wins -- she's so much faster. Sometimes, when I'm tired of her beating me, I just sit on her until she gives up.
I'm very proud of myself, because I think I'm a great cat. The only thing I wish were different is my meow. I can't meow well at all! I sound like a squeaky little mouse! My sister can really yeowl, and it makes me jealous. A tiny squeaky meow on a cat as big as I am is just not right!
Well, that's about all I can think of for now. Don't forget to read my blog! I lead a very interesting life, you know.
Girl-pet and boy-pet did something strange today: They brought toys! Big toys! Lots of them! Big and brown and sorta square, they're great for jumping in and out of. They keep putting them together and filling up the living room with them. They must love us very much indeed! My sister and I played with them for a long time. They even make good beds! Girl-pet and boy-pet also talked a lot about something called "Yoohaltruk", but I didn't understand. I hope Yoohaltruk has food!
As a quick update to my last entry... I went to the vet, and everything was fine. My pets just worry too much!
Now, on to the new stuff!
The girl-pet's old manager and friend, Laci, has been staying with us for a few weeks because she's about to go with a divorce, and she needed a place to crash until she finds a place of her own. She's nice; she likes me a lot, though she hates Valentine. (Of course, Valentine hates her, too, so I guess it works out for the best.)
Te other day, she and the boy-pet went out while the girl-pet was at work, and when they came home, they had a huuuuge tree with them! It wasn't in the ground! They brought it into the apartment and put in the corner of the living room. The boy-pet told me that it was called a Christmas tree, and it would soon have lights and other colorful things on it; they said they brought it home to make the girl-pet happy, but I think they really brought it for me and my sister. It smells so great! I love to play hide-and-seek in it with Valentine, but my fluffy tail usually gives me away.
This Christmas stuff is great. I hear them talking about getting us kitties something good to eat for that day. And there will be lots of the boy-pet's little brothers and sisters here to play with me that day. It's going to be terrific! I can't wait!
This morning, I woke up with a clear film or something over my right eye. It's distorting the color of my beautiful pupil/iris. I look fine otherwise; there's no running from the eye, nor am I experiencing any pain or disorientation. However, it's really concerning me. I'm only eight months old, and I don't have a regular veterinarian yet, so I wasn't sure whom to ask the girl-pet to call. Plus, money is really tight right now, and the girl-pet and boy-pet are worried that a vet visit will cost us our food supply.
My friend Hunter told me to get the girl-pet to take me to a vet today, but the only vet within walking distance is the same place that neutered me, and I was hoping to never have to go back there! Plus, I've heard so many horror stories about vet visits. I'm scared!