Dave


Siamese/Breed Unknown
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Home:Wichita, KS  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 18 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Pooter, Pooterhead, Mr. Pooterhead, Little Boy, Sweet Pea

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Birthday:
June 5th 1990

Coloration:
Flame Point

Likes:
When mommy rubs his back and loves him in the morning...oh, and food.

Pet-Peeves:
Don't touch his belly! Not being let out when he wants OUT...NOW!

Favorite Toy:
A wooly mouse that can be "renewed" by washing & drying.

Favorite Nap Spot:
On the damp ground in the front garden where he can watch the cars and dogs and people.

Favorite Food:
Ham seems to be the current fave

Skills:
Scaring the bejeebers out of dogs.

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
One spring day a cat started to regularly visit us on our back patio. We didn't know to whom he belonged so we gave him a little food and water throughout the summer. Eventually, we discovered that he belonged to my neighbor about 4 doors down the street and that his name was Dave. My neighbor was fostering dogs and had about 5 in her home at that point as well as a cat with whom Dave did not get along with very well. He decided at his age it was time to find a quieter home and we were the lucky ones!

Bio:
My neighbor rescued Dave from a not-very-nice part of town when he was about 10 years old. She had him neutered and cleaned him up and he lived with her for about 5 years. I hate to think about what he had to do to survive on the streets all those years. The vet thinks that at some point he had a terrible infection in his left ear as it is crumpled and folded close to his head. He loves to be outside, even in the dead of winter, though he's not too wild about snow on his paws.

Forums Motto:
Fear the Paw

The Last Forum I Posted In:
My cousin needs purrs desperately

I've Been On Catster Since:
July 20th 2006 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
350781


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King of Sheba

October 26th 2010 1:14 pm
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Mommy came home briefly in the middle of the day and I was totally not expectin' her. She called for me but I didn't answer...after all, it wouldn't be time for my fish oil or my chicken baby food, so what would be the point? As she came to the bedroom end of the house she stopped outside the door, laughing, and called to Pops, "Come see this!" Pops came to the doorway of the spare bedroom and joined Mommy in laughing and laughing. There I was - cradled in the special hammock laid out for me on the bed. One of Mommy's still slightly damp sweaters was carefully laid out on it as a nice cushion for me. Altogether a delightful situation! I approve.

 

It's Finally Happenin'

October 12th 2010 10:17 am
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Transitioning to a nearly entirely indoor kitty has been interesting to say the least. Mommy & Pops are learning how good they've had it with the absence of litter box duties for the last few years but Mommy says it's a small trade-off to know that I'm safe all night. Pops figured out a way to keep me confined to three rooms of the house during the night and away from their bedroom so I'm not constantly pestering them to go out. Eventually, I think they'll let me back in the bedroom to sleep with them once I've become fully accustomed to stayin' inside all night.

We've had company the last few days. There's a big, older fella who Mommy calls "Dad". I like him and he likes me, too. He gives me good pets and ear scritches and gave me so many treats the other day that I urped them all over my bed covers. Mommy told him he had to "ratchet back" after that. The other person, who Mommy calls "Mom" isn't all that interested in me but she's OK, too.

I step out on the back porch for a little while in the afternoons and snooze under the patio table. The glass top lets the sun shine through so I'm toasty. Mommy keeps the window open so she can hear what's goin' on outside though I prefer it if she stays with me. Too many "skeeters" she says. It's gettin' cold at night so I'm kinda likin' staying inside where it's warm. Sure isn't as interesting as nighttime in back yard, tho.

 

Doing Fine!

September 29th 2010 6:07 am
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I am pleased to report that I continue to heal well and am going outside only briefly each day (in the daylight) and with supervision. All of a sudden it seems scarier out there than before. I was out helpin' Mommy pull weeds the other day (I eat some of the grassy ones)and she was laughin' at me and callin' me kitty-velcro. Still, every night I'm bugging my purrents to let me OUT, OUT, OUT! Meowing, pacing, scratching at the side of the bed...nothin' seems to work. Last night I even managed to break out of the laundry room where they've been stashing me so they can get some sleep. Breakin' out meant pushing open a door that was blocked with a bar-stool. Nothin' wrong with my man-cat muscles! Unfortunately, all my break-out accomplished was a trip to the garage for me, my litter box, my bed, my water and my food...all the while Mommy was grumblin' about midnight workouts. I’m tryin’ to understand that maybe Mommy & Pops know best. We’ll see…

While being cat of the week was somewhat overshadowed by this rough patch it was still a wondrous time. I heard from so many dear friends and felt like the luckiest cat in Kansas. I heard from and received congratulations from Mercy, Oly, Noah, Petrie, Oliver and family, dear Luke, the SF Gals (Chai Latte, Little Bit, Sugar Bear and Misty) Miss Mittens, Aeden, Shadow, my best girl’s family (O’Malley, Aldo, Squeaky, James Tailer, Sweetie, and the ever-so-beautiful Miss Jazzie), Spitfire, Freddie, Purscilla and Katrina, Scooter (my first Catster pal), Bubby, Aria, Bitta, Mikey, Simon, Charm, Tatti and Aria, my old and dear friend Calvin, my new niece Allie Kat and family, Molly and Misha, Foucault, the family of Adam, Dylan, Eve Layla, Puddin Keket, Puff Amenti, Pumpkin and Little One, Rizza, Da (oh so very cool) Tabbies O Trout Towne, Ava Corinne, Andy, Arli, Augie, Purrsia, and Minka, Navin R. Johnson-Davis, Buddie’s sweet wife, Hazel Lucy, and Buddie…always loved (indeed), Luci and Doobie, Tabatha, Pooters, Squirrel, the family of Chandler Ray, Lilly-Rose, Tweety McGee, Cally Jane, Toby Aragorn, Mojave and the angels, Sam I Am, Aragorn and Wyatt James, the family of Tundra, Manytoes, Lynzee, Scruffy, Missy, Rory, the family of Oliver, William, Lily, Eddie and Megan, the family of Oreo, Thomas, Brantley, Callie, Leo, Smokey, Patches, Bootsie and Mickey, Tate, DarlaMae, Sky, K.C., the family of Murray, Willie and Pearl, Jack and Gizmo, the family of Momo, Patches, Savannah Angel, Lucky, Kelley, Chewy, Oliver, Lancelot, Taffy, Gentleman Jack, Alfie, Chumley, Hooch, Grace and the family of Trooper and Dakota and Rico and last but definitely not least my dear German friends, the family of Happy, Thoral, Lars, Richard, Mumtatz Mahal and Jolan. I also had new friend requests from Spitfire and family, Bubby and family, Tabatha and family, Sigmond, Gizmo, Eddy and family. What an amazing time and thinking back on it has made my recovery quicker than thought possible. Thank you all so much for your love and kindness. If I missed anyone, please know that hearing from you was most appreciated and valued (and blame it on my goofy social secretary.) All of you mean so much to me.

 
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