Loki the Talking Cat
Domestic Shorthair

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Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.
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Nicknames:
Pokiloki, Flatsocatso, NO!

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

Quick Bio:
-pound cat

Coloration:
Orange Tabby

Likes:
Rescuing us from moths and crickets.

Pet-Peeves:
Moths and crickets.

Favorite Toy:
The video camera. Furry mice. Glasses of water. Moths and crickets.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Any room I'm in. He's a "Man's Best Friend" Cat.

Favorite Food:
Baked chicken.

Skills:
He has his own video blog (sometimes animated, sometimes real). He also picks up his kibble with his paws to eat it. The real Loki recently learned to walk on a leash, and he seems to enjoy wearing shirts, but not hats and I'm sure not pants!

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
We went to the Humane Society and this little orphan escaped the cage. Twice. Then he used a toy as a shield while playing with his brother. He's been destroying things and attempting to escape ever since but since I know he thinks he's saving us from the evil insect empire it's impossible to be mad at him when I come home and find all the drapes on the floor. Because he was bottle-fed, he doesn't knead, he tries to lick our fingers instead.

Bio:
As you can see, his hyperactive curiosity and the strange things that happen made me wonder what kind of life he leads when we leave the house, so he became an animated cartoon character/videoblogger as a hobby. He also enjoys his time in front of the camera because that's when he is sure to get hairball treats. Usually I will film him for about 10 to 20 minutes and come up with a script afterward, and I make his costumes loose so he can tell me when he wants to do something else by stepping out of them.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Loki the Talking Cat

The Groups I'm In:
♥ The Pet Poetry Group ♥, Working Cats, Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Cats and Pups in Cartoons / movies, LOKI'S THE WORD, Movie Star Cats, Nipfields Cat Park, Paws 4 Peace, Purrs And Woofs For Mr D, Tall Cat Tales, Terrific Tabbies

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Does anyone have a "magic" word?

Loki's Publisher:

Singing Moon Press


Loki at iTunes:
Get Loki's Collection at iTunes

Loki's Video Blog:
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I've Been On Catster Since:
July 27th 2006 More than 1 year!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
355530

for 648 days

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Luna

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Finally! *(Almost)


August 30th 2007 9:35 pm   [link to this entry]

The phone company finally finished attaching the line to the house.

Over two months after they started.

I can visit Catster now, but they gave us the wrong SMTP information so I can't send email.

Are all human services this bad? If we cats ran things, things would get done right the first time. If you don't do it right the first time your customers will just keep waking you from your naps. That's not right. Maybe if the primates took more naps we wouldn't have these problems.

I replaced the Ode to Tuscan Milk video. Turns out it did get corrupted when I tried uploading it earlier. I suppose it's too late to upload the updated Father's Day video seeing as Labor Day is coming up soon.

The contest has been cancelled. My primates are going to have more medical bills coming so they have to shut down their micropublishing company to pay fur them.

This means I'm semi-retiring. I think lack of internet and the reality of sudden medical conditions has convinced my family they need to spend more time together away from the internet.

I may do occasional videos, but not as much as before and with a smaller budget. I don't know if Luna has any plans for more Fargate Trekwars adventures, but we'll see. Two characters in a story called Zak Starquake are going to be named after us because of that video, so that's sort of cool.

BCNU!
Loki


Grock the Toad


July 9th 2007 7:19 am   [link to this entry]

So, there's this toad that lives by the ditch in front of our house. His name is Grock. He comes up to our porch sometimes when the bugs hang out by the light.

I'm pretty happy most of the time. There's always a silver lining somewhere. I mean, no matter how bad my day is going I can always sneak off and steal cotton swabs from the bathroom to play with, you know? The way I figure it, if your life is a constant series of disappointments it's because you want it to be that way. Maybe fur the attention, I dunno. I don't understand the purpose of the drama.

Anyhoo, I decided anytime I get up from a nap , it's morning. Morning means a fresh start to me. All my problems and the mildly annoying things that threw a furball into the mix before I napped are gone. I don't see why I have to be limited to some dictionary definition of morning if I define "morning" as any time I get a chance to start over. So I say "Good Morning!" day and night in the cheerfullest way possible. It's my thing.

Back to Grock. Grock comes up on the deck as usual, looking fur breakfast, so I said, "Good Morning!"

And he stares at me and says, "It's night," totally humorless.

So I say,"But you're nocturnal. Didn't you just get out of bed?"

"Yeah."

"So then it's morning. Good morning!"

He stares at me, blinks, rolls his eyes, and says, "It's night."

And that's when I ate him.

Just kidding. He's done this before. I can see deep down there's a purrsonality in there somewhere. Sometimes other critters are in a bad mood because it's just a bad day. I've found a pebble in my kibble more than a few times, myself. Why dwell on it? But the thing is, I dunno, how should I put this? Ah! Got it!

Happiness is a can of chickawn and gravy. If you keep spitting in someone else's chickawn and gravy, eventually they won't offer to share it with you.

I think I'm done sharing my chickawn and gravy with Grock. I'll still say hi, but until he figures out the world isn't the problem, he is, there doesn't seem to be anything I can do for him. He's a very bitter toad.

If I didn't know better, I'd think he ate fire ants for breakfast every morning.


Tuscan Milk


July 3rd 2007 12:05 am   [link to this entry]

Well, I thought I had this internet thingymajigy figured out. I tried uploading a video again, an old, short one so I could get it done before the connection timed out.

It's here. It's the poem about Tuscan Milk.

I can't get it to play past verse one. I don't know if that's because of my connection while uploading or my connection while playing. Anyway, I hope the whole thing plays.

Where is that primate they promised to send from the phone company? They're supposed to hook up our new connection so I can get back to work. I get the feeling they're not taking me seriously, but I'm sure you all know how hard it is to hold a phone in the first place without having to listen and press the right number when the computer asks you a question. It's even hard fur humans to do it, how can they expect us to?


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