Ramses - In Memorium 1996-2014

Siamese/American Shorthair
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Age: 19 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11 lbs.

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Ram-schnickel, Schnicks, Pood, Poody, Mooshi, Moosh, Ditty, Dittweiler, Ram-diddley-amses

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

May 7th 1996

Seal Point

Catnip, being combed, being scratched behind the ears, sleeping, exploring in tall grass, drinking from the bathtub faucet

Pesky children, waking up to an empty food bowl, vacuum cleaners, lawn mowers, fireworks, oh...and being touched at the base of his tail. Stop that! You wanna get bitten?

Favorite Toy:
His nylon ball that rattles which, after ten years, is starting to come unraveled.

Favorite Nap Spot:
In a laundry basket, on his favorite blanket, in the closet, under some hostas, between my legs, just about anywhere, really.

Favorite Food:
Tuna, shredded chicken

His does a great Yoda impersonation, and he reaches for the doorknob when he wants to go outside.

indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
I had just relocated to a small town (where I knew no one) for a new job. My boss's daughter found him as a stray kitten, but couldn't keep him. I immediately fell in love with his blue eyes and suddenly I didn't feel so alone anymore. I had a new friend and roommate. Later, I started dating "a local", who babysat a little boy. He was unable to say "kitty", so instead, when he saw Ramses, he would point and shout out "Ditty!", hence the nickname.

Ramses prefers water straight from the faucet and will drink from his bowl only as a last resort. He is generally wary of other cats and prefers the companionship of humans. He has become more vocal in his "old" age and recently has taken to using the sidewalk instead of walking across the lawn when he comes in from outside. Weirdo.

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From the desk of the Pharoah...

I'm the Cat of Cats, there ain't none higher...

April 14th 2008 7:24 pm
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...sucker felines should call me sire.

Apologies to RUN DMC and mad props to William Brighty Rands, the poet who wrote this...

The Cat of Cats

I am the cat of cats. I am
The everlasting cat!
Cunning, and old, and sleek as jam,
The everlasting cat!
I hunt vermin in the night-
The everlasting cat!
For I see best without the light-
The everlasting cat!

I haven't written in a while- or let's just say I haven't been published in a while. My human has been so wrapped up in his own little world, that he hasn't taken the time to share my ramblings. I'd enter my own diary entry, but my paws are too fat for the keyboard. My typing would end up looking something like this- uhbf/vilIDFVNHObv - which probably spells something in Russian. Anyway, my human thinks I need a new place to poo- one with a retractable dome- like those new baseball stadiums. Apparently, he doesn't like it when I think "outside the box". I, on the other paw, am waiting for him to install some black lights in the bathroom, so I can admire my handiwork (technically I don't have hands, but I don't think "pawiwork" is a word). Besides, I think the money he'd spend on a new box could be better spent- on tuna- for me. Well, basically, I just wanted to wish my feline friends a happy Spring. If you go out, stay out of traffic and wear your flea collar. If you stay in, I hope there's a nice breeze drifting through your screen door and birds to watch from your window roost.



February 17th 2007 12:21 pm
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Normally the first thing I want to do when a door is opened to the outside world is spring through it to freedom. I love playing in the long grass and weeds and hiding out in the shrubs and trees. But it's February now, and winter has finally arrived in this part of the world, and with it snow and ice and bone-chilling cold. This week the temperature dipped below zero-- no weather for a cat to be outside. Instead, I stayed in and slept. There's not much else for a cat to do on these dark days than curl up on the couch with my human or on a favorite blanket in the bedroom closet. On days like these, I worry about the cats who have no homes, that are forced to wander the cold, icy streets in search of food and shelter. If they are lucky someone might put a bowl of food out for them on the front step, or take them in on the coldest days. Otherwise they must survive on the "accidental kindness" of humans by seeking out food and shelter in a trash dumpster or by finding a warm spot next to a dryer vent. I love the outdoors, and in the summer months, I wish I could stay out every night. But tonight, I will curl up by the heater, drink fresh water from a faucet, and count my blessings (and if I'm really lucky, I may even get a scrap of chicken from my human's plate).


Got Soy Milk?

August 30th 2006 10:18 am
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Well, you can keep it! Just about every morning I patiently wait for my human to finish his bowl of cereal so I can get at the teaspoon of milk he sometimes leaves for me at the bottom of the bowl. To ensure that he leaves a few drops for me, I will get his attention by rubbing up against him and sneaking a peek inside the bowl every now and then. Sometimes he finishes the milk without saving me a single drop! He says it's because I have a tendency to yack it back up on the carpet. If only he applied the same rules to himself when he decides to drink shots! But, I digress. The other day, we were going through our usual routine; he was shoveling some kind of flakes into his mouth using some sort of metal object, and I was anxiously waiting on my measly ration of milk. When he finished eating, he lowered the bowl to the floor for me. Milk! I'm getting milk today!, I think to myself, while trying to pretend it's no big deal. Eagerly, I bent my neck down to the bowl (It had better be fresh, I don't do sour milk) and took a sniff, and then a big lap with my tongue. Yuck! Patooey! What is this crap? This isn't milk! It tastes like vanilla-flavored chalk! I shook my head vigorously and then - to my own surprise- leapt into the air. I had been fooled. Worse yet, all my human could think to do was burst out laughing at my expense. That's when he sarcastically mentioned something about it being soy milk. "Oh..you don't like soy milk? That'll teach you to be curious"... or some such nonsense. Soy milk!? I had heard of soy sauce, but never soy milk (a dash of the prior on my salmon is actually not bad). But this "milk" stuff is something different entirely. Be forewarned my feline friends! Don't fall for the soy milk trick! If this keeps up, I'm going to offer him a glass of my homemade "lemonade".

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