Pet-Peeves: Hates to be hungry or hates it if I've spent too much time with THAT DOG. Then he yowls.
Favorite Toy: Anything he can bat between his paws, like my contact holder!
Favorite Nap Spot: Everywhere.
Favorite Food: Chicken, tuna - but he doesn't get to eat them.
Skills: Very fast with those paws.
Arrival Story: Well, the same lady who gave me Callie, called me up and asked if I'd be a foster mommy to 4 male kittens as she had no more room in her apt. She's very persuasive, so I said yes. There were 2 matching bookends - two that looked like Joey and two that looked like Max. I put them in my larger bathroom to keep them safe from Mignon and Callie, my two resident cats. A lady came and took two of the kittens, one of each. At first, I had no intention of keeping them, but as the weeks went on, I began to toy with the idea. Joey Bear was very sweet and would let me clean his ears with no problem, but Max? Max was one serious nut. He never wanted to be held and always wanted to play in the bathtub. One night, when Max fell asleep on my lap, I realized that this little goofball had bonded with me, so I had to keep them! Joey was so sweet compared to his brother and very pliable, gallant even. I thought of calling him Sir Galahad but realized this was a dud name as there were no nicknames I could make from that. So I got his name from the TV show Wings. Anyone out there get the reference? Let me know!
Bio: Joey is still a little doll and he is still quite gorgeous. His health is perfect, unlike Callie's or Max's.
Hi, friends. My mommy has to help me write this. I'm not doing well at all. I'm 18, so at least I've had a long life, but my health is failing. For awhile, I seemed to rally, but have been sinking since Wednesday. Ironically, Wednesday was the same day that Mommy heard that Sable, our very own Sable, is dying from cancer.
Mommy isn't doing very well at all. Sable is only 7. At least, I'm 18 and I've had a good, long, happy, life. I was sleeping on Mommy at night but now I just sleep near her. I've been sleeping behind Mommy's pillow so at least I'm near her ....
I'm 16 years old, and my health is failing. Mommy can tell. She's so worried coz she doesn't really have money to help me. She doesn't know where to turn. We lost Callie this year and my litter mate, Max, last year ....