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Age: 4 Years Sex: Male Weight: 12 lbs.
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Leave a treat for Reese
Nicknames:
Reesie-cup, Reesie-cat, Reeser-piecer, Brudder,
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Coloration:
Seal Point
Likes:
Reesie loves to steal refugee fries out of the fast food bags. He likes to howl at the moon and watch out the windows. Mostly, he follows me telling me stuff I wish I could understand.
Pet-Peeves:
He hates it when I leave or go into a room and close the door. He also hates having someone wash their hands and not give him a 'sink drink.'
Favorite Toy:
Paper wad, my feet under the covers.
Favorite Nap Spot:
On top of me or behind my monitor
Favorite Food:
French fries!
Skills:
He's got a pretty impressive vocal range!
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
I lost a kitten to FIP and was searching for another Siamese. I found Reese in Petfinders at a Persian Rescue 70 miles away (at that time) in Converse, TX. We drove down and it was love at first sight. Oh yeah, and we couldn't resist his sister, Heather, too!
Bio:
I suspect he may be a DOG in disguise. He wags his tail, howls at the moon, likes to fetch--what do you think???
Lives Remaining:
9 of 9
Forums Motto:
My blue eyed baby boy
The Groups I'm In:
Cookie & Candy Cats, Prego Pets
I've Been On Catster Since:
| July 12th 2006 |
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More than 3 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
344626
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August 2nd 2006 4:09 am
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It's my job to wake Mama up every morning so she can feed us. Sometimes it takes extreme measures, like attacking her feeties under the covers.
Yesterday morning, she didn't sound mad when I did that. She rolled over, turned her back on me, and was crying.
I suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. I was scared. Mama never acted like that before.
What do I do? My tail twitched in confusion.
"Go to her," a voice purred in my head. A scratched my ear to see what it was, but the voice continued. "To the right shoulder. It's torn beneath the skin. There's always a cold ache there."
I walked carefully up the bed, then brushed my whiskers against her cheek as I laid against her shoulder.
"Tell her we love her," came the purr again. I looked at the big window at the foot of the bed. In the sunbeams sat an inky black cat, a striped tabby, and a pair of Meezers that looked a lot like me.
I blinked--realized Mama had raised her head and was looking in the same direction. Her face all wet with tears. She looked surprised, then laid her hand on my shoulders and pressed her cheek against mine.
"I think she knows," I whispered back to them.
July 20th 2006 5:26 pm
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Where is South Carolina, anyway? Mom sent my dollyfriend away to SC so she could get hair. If I had known Bramble needed hair, I'd have given her some of mine. Poor little Bramble, she got her arm chewed off by a rat-dog. I heard Mom say that. Nobody messes with MY Bramble. Going to go find that rat-dog and kick his bum. HA!
July 16th 2006 11:03 pm
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I want my dinner when it gets light, so I'll be nice and full for my nap. They don't get up til the sun's way high in the sky. What are they complaining about me making messes. If they don't feed me, I can't go back to sleep and I ain't got nuttin to do. Hoomans. What is this weekend thing all about anyhow???
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