Leave a treat for Sebastian Nicknames: Sab; Baby Boy; Delinquent; Ssssssssilly Sssssssab; Sabbo; The Orange One Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-cat rescue
Gotcha Date: August 2nd 1999 Birthday: June 8th 1999 Coloration: Orange & White Tabby Likes: announcing his arrival by howling @ top of his lungs; chin rubs; food; windows with sun; chatting; attacking Mackenzie Pet-Peeves: bagpipes; whistling; belly rubs; being brushed; unsolicited attention; foster bunnies Favorite Toy: crinkly roll from Ashley; fly fishing rod cat toy; Dr. Pussum's Famous Feline Elixer Catnip bag Favorite Nap Spot: cat carrier, under the kitchen window; bottom of the bed at mama's feet Favorite Food: deli turkey, haddock, cheese Skills: knows Mama's car; perfects the under-foot method; knows where the red laser comes from but doesn't care Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: Mama says: After I moved out on my own, I had a dream that Jesus came from Heaven and gave me an orange tabby that He had named Sebastian. I went looking for him, but didn't find him. Determined to have a cat, I "settled" for Mackenzie but have never regretted falling in love with her. A couple years later, a girlfriend's orange tabby got pregnant & gave birth to a litter of 5; 3 of them were orange males. She begged me to take one before her husband dumped them on the side of the road. I relented and said yes. She saved me the kitten with the darkest orange markings. Since we couldn't seem to connect in time for her husband to make good on his threat, I picked him up, sight unseen, in a box, at her mom's house, when Sebastian was 8 weeks old. My friend found homes for the other kittens, but since they were all outdoor cats, they all became road kill; Sebastian is now the only survivor of the litter. Bio: Sebastian says: I was meant for Mama long before I was born. Being a boy, I only accept attention on my terms, but when I want it, you'd better be ready! I'm a loud mouth and have no problems speaking my mind. There's never a wrong time to play - unless I'm napping and don't want to be disturbed. I designated myself official company greeter of the family, and I prey on any sun spot I can find. As I've gotten older I've developed asthma and slight kidney irregularities, but I haven't let that slow me down one bit! Lives Remaining: 5 of 9 Forums Motto: Mama\'s Baby Boy The Groups I'm In: Maine Street, New England Patriots Nation, Pen Paws, Silly Sab Stories The Last Forum I Posted In: Mid Winter Annifursary Bash January 31 Mama's Love for me:: Mama thinks I'm so special that she wrote out a Tail of Devotion to me. My mama's the bestest!
When Mama got the pmail today that said "Sebastian is Cat of the Week" I did not believe her. After all, she's been saying lots of unbelievable stuff lately, such as "I don't have time for Catster anymore" and "I don't have time to play with you right now".
So when Mama pulled this one out of her hat, I thought she was trying to make me feel better. I've been having asthma attacks of late; you should see the pollen on Mama's car! I just couldn't believe the fuss until I started getting messages & rosettes & gifts from everyone. This is just the coolest thing ever and even Mackenzie's getting in on the excitement by racing around the living room, chasing me! She never does that!
So, since such an honor means your adoration for the coming week, allow me to get in position to receive your respect and homage. Orange Rules!
My hamster sister, Reese, has been sick with cancer for a couple months now. Mama's been giving her medicine for pain, giving her the most favorite of her food, and keeping an eye on her, but her pain was getting to be too much for her and she began biting at her cancerous leg and foot over the weekend.
Mama loaded her in the car this morning and took her to the clinic to have her PTS. She tells me it was so cold this morning that Reese's paws were cool when they got there. They didn't have an appointment but Dr. Vicki was able to help her. Reese was cold, so Mama says she wrapped her in her scarf-thing she wraps around her neck, and Reese tried to stuff it in her pouch!
So Reese got rid of her pain for good and went to sleep with a pouch full of her bedding, lettuce, and a banana chip. Mama says she lost 250 grams since she got sick, which is a really big deal when you only weight 100 grams when you're full grown.
I will not miss her, sorry to say. That rotten hamster chased me around in her exercise ball all the time! It's not fun getting run over by a rodent! I have done the howl for her and purred for Mama, who is sad but glad that Reese's not in pain anymore. Mama was there the day was born, and there the day she died, and almost every day in between. She says we can't be too sad, because Reese had a fabulous life and, I will admit, she was super spoiled!
I know I've been AWOL lately; please don't blame me. It's all Mama's fault. I just don't know what to do with her! After all, I can't win another "diary of the day" title if I don't post in my diary MOL
She's always got a reason to keep me off of Catster. Right now its "I've got to do birthday shopping for the nieces" and now she's got a new toy: this fancy super-dooper lens that a friend gave her for her camera that Mama says is super expensive and more than she could even dream about. Mama's been taking lots of pictures lately and this isn't going to help!
At least Mama's knee is feeling better and she can move around again. I hate to see Mama in pain. The bad part about her feeling better is that she's not home as much! So I've done my part to make sure she knows I'm still around.
I've been leaving her regular dingleberries about the apartment. Unfortunately she manages to find them before she steps on them, but at least when she does find them, she comes over and bats me on the head with a "keep it in the box, Sab!"
When she's not taking pictures she's been at the animal shelter. She tells me that there's hardly anyone to work in the bunny room so she's been putting a lot of hours there. I tell her "hey, they don't pay you enough to work that hard!" and she says "silly Sab, I'm a volunteer; I don't get any money at all!"
We've had another foster bunny living with us for almost a month now - I haven't even had time to tell you about that! He's white with floppy ears and has a bad head tilt. Mama says he's getting medicine for a parasite infection that cats could catch so Bongo - that's his name - has to stay behind the fence and not come out and play with us. How come she doesn't do this with every bunny?
The not-so-baby nieces have been coming over to visit, too. I guess that they think Mama's the coolest person in the world to come visit and Lucy comes over alot. She likes to try to play with me by putting my boa feather in my face. Mama shows her how to swing it in front of me, but I don't want to encourage this behavior. They got me yesterday, though: Lucy threw my favorite ball at me and before I could think, I was out of my Morgan's Bed and chasing after it. This made Lucy laugh and jump and get all happy. Last time she was here, Lucy stuck her face in the pet carrier where Mackenzie was hiding and Kenzie striped Lucy's face. Mama was angry about that b/c she just missed Lucy's eye, but hey Lucy stuck her head where it didn't belong - even I know better than to do that! Now Lucy's afraid of Mackenzie and I get more preschooler attention!
It's been super hot here; Mama's kept the air machine on for us. Ah it feels so good!
