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Coloration: Black
Likes: Eating, meowing, trying to run outside, and Zoe
Pet-Peeves: Not getting fed when he wants to eat (all the time), Zoe
Favorite Toy: Feather on a stick, Zoe
Favorite Nap Spot: Currently: table, sofa; historically back of the couch, stroller
Favorite Food: All food: his food, Zoe's food, Sam's food, other scavenged food
Skills: Infiltrating locations where food is stored; Meowing loudly; Very smart
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: In my minerology lab in the geology department at UT Austin, I met a girl. It just so happened that she was going to move to California, and had one too many cats to take (Sasha, who she didn't get along with anyway). Enter moi. Sasha came to live with me at my apartment. Sasha and I (and incidentally the girl and I), became the best of friends immediately. Sasha moved with me from Austin, TX to Hollywood to Orange County. And here we are, living behind the Orange Curtain. He ruled the outdoors at our apartment complex in Austin, but now he is restricted to the indoors and balconey, and his stroller while outside.
Bio: Sasha is all black, but has a little patch of white right on his tummy, and a spot of white on a toe. In his spare time, he calls for his long lost brother Raul when he's lonely, or if he just wants to be annoying. Sasha loves to eat - he's absolutely insatiable. He has an upright feeder that releases food every morning, and spends much of his spare time fishing for food with a paw. My favorite story about Sasha is the one about him getting stuck in a pipe... Although the time he got stuck on the roof is good, too... Not to mention seeing the lizard that latched on to his whisker and wouldn't let go, swinging around as his head moved...
Lives Remaining: 7 of 9
Forums Motto: Big Kitty Catster Local Spots I've Marked: T.H.E. Cat Hospital The Groups I'm In: !!Warrior Books Cats Clan!!, "WARRIORS": FORESTCLAN, **Big Mouth Pets!**, 10 YEARS OR OVER??? DOGS or CATS, *Super Strollers*, Black Cats Crossing our Paths, The Ultimate Harry Potter Fan Club, A Catster Winter Carnival, As the World Purrs, Black and White: Stripes, Books Featuring Cats: Read Any Good Ones, Cat Tails, CATSTERHOLICS!!!, Cincinnati Bengal Pets, Cincinnati Bengals Football, Doc Hunter's House of Medicine, Feliway® Felines, Matzos Kitties Chevarim, Pawsome Pages, The Catster and Dogster Railroad, The Delta 5, The NFL Fan Club, The Social Cats, ~Mammoth Cats~
The Last Forum I Posted In: The Late Late Show - Act IV
Favorite hang outs: The Late Late Show, The Foreign Legion, Book Group
Pride and joy: Diary of the Day pic, Oct. 19, 2006!!; Super Stroller of the Week, Dec. 4, 2006!!; Honorable Mention Men in Pink 2006 - Proud in Public!!
Mom & I (forever home) Anniversary: October 27
Haiku: Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.
We missed our Catster anniversary! It was five days ago. Happy anniversary to us. Of course, it doesn't surprise us that we missed it since we've been out of Catster touch so much. The 'rents being out of town, having guests in town... Seems like it never stops.
Anywho, not much new around here. I'm reading I Am a Cat in Book Group right now along with some other Catsters. Love it so far. And I've been keeping up reading the Warriors series, naturally.
Mom bought some slate tiles to put underneath the rug in front of the litter box in hopes that it will prevent Zoe's pee from penetrating into the carpet. Yup, she's still peeing right outside of the litter box sometimes. Mostly when the 'rents are MIA or we have company. Oh goody.
I've been having regular hairballs... My annual check up is apparently drawing near, therefore I'm not terribly excited about going anywhere...
Mom finally took me out on a stroll last night. I miss it! She promised to go more.
Shrimpy treats, freeze dried, are my latest favorite food. And, having witnessed a mass exodus of ants, my automatic feeder has been placed in it's rightful location near the kitchen, once again feeding me every morning before the 'rents are up. And, ahem, I am now able to butter-paw kernels out of the chute at will. Happy day!
But, stream of consciousness has never steered me wrong in these situations...
Last night I puked up a hairball right after eating my dinner - canned food... Apparently it's very difficult to get out of the carpet, even if it's cleaned up immediately. Mom's been cursing the carpet and the food since it happened. I had a record hairball a couple of weeks ago - it had to be at least an inch in diameter, and 5 inches long. Insane. I hate being brushed, but the 'rents do it every day. And I still have hairballs. Mom thinks it's a wonder I even have any fur left...
We moved a couple of months ago - same complex, bigger apartment. Now I have a nice long runway down the hall. My cat tree has been moved back to its proper spot, next to the sliding glass door by the porch. Much nicer there. This apartment has ants. I don't care for them. They pretty much eat my food. I need my food. I like to eat my food, and I feel extremely hostile toward the little thieves. Touching them is out of the question, however...
I hurt my knee awhile back; I limped around and missed stuff that I jumped up to. I'm mostly better now.
I seem to have forgotten that I have a diary. Hm, yes, well, my latest activities include administering the Warriors group here on Catster, reading Harry Potter-Book 7 and The Wild Road, and generally trying to irritate the humans.
Last night was amusing... I howled and howled, waiting for the humans to take me out in my chariot (they call it my stroller, but I think chariot sounds better), but alas, to no avail. They ignored me until mom was just getting ready for bed, very tired. Dad opened the door and WHOOSH, I was out of that dump. I flew down the stairs and took off through the underbrush. Dad was hot on my trail watching me while BAM! He ran smack into a post from the overhanging canopy over the walkway. His poor new glasses that he got earlier that day bent so out of shape that he couldn't even use them. Not to mention the red mark on his forehead. Actually it looks like a lightning bolt, Harry Potter style. Anyway, he was out of commission for the moment, and I saw my chance to run - so I did!
Mom heard the loud noise from dad running into the wood post, and came running down. She searched and searched... Then she caught me. Dang - I just stopped to sniff something really quick, and she surprised me. Back to the apartment, and boy was dad angry. He knows it wasn't my fault, but he was still unhappy. Mom felt terrible.
And later that night I escaped again, but this time with less drama. Ah well, freedom has a price, but not mine.
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