Nicknames: Big kitty, little boy, sausage, Blackstar (warrior name)
Gotcha Date: October 27th 1997
Birthday: October 30th 1996
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
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...
Sasha was diagnosed with lymphoma in his liver a month ago. We went to the vet yesterday, it was time.
We have moved to "the Bay Area". We live in Dublin, but it's not the one in Ireland. It's not even worth saying we moved to Dublin, or we live in Dublin, because people always think of the Irish one. So, we say that we live in Pleasanton, which is very close to Dublin, CA.
The apartment is nice; we have some new furniture, but the balcony is sub-par. I can't see off of it because the railing is solid. The old trick knee/arthritis in the ankle prevent me from jumping all the way up there. But, overall, we've got it all right, pretty spacious. Comfy things on which to lay. Favorite time is laying in bed on the weekend mornings with mom and Zoe snoozing and watching recorded cartoons - the new Voltron Force and Thundercats series. Sometimes reruns of Charmed. Anyway, welcome to le Bay Area to us.
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.