Age: 8 Years Sex: Male
|Home:Meowhood, NJ ||[I have a diary!] |
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Berk, Berkmeister, Berkalator
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April 29th 2005
Black and White
I love to eat! You can say eating is my life. My owner tells me to stop, but what does she know about happiness.
I don't even like telling my fellow meow pals, but it's plastic bags. I had a bad experience with one and now when I see or here one, my hair stands up and my paws can't run fast enough away. Plastic bags, bad!!
I don't really have one. I guess like a fool when someone puts their hand under a blanket and moves it. I then go after it. You would think I would learn.
Favorite Nap Spot:
The kitchen window. I can watch everything that goes on.
Purina for multi-household cats. I am not allowed table food. I do get the occasional treat when I give that sad face look. It works everytime, but not enough for my liking.
Wrestling. I love pinning down my siblings. Also, covering what I do in the litter box. Unlike some of my siblings, I cover.
I was at a shelter and my owner was looking at kittens. She saw some she liked and could not make up her mind. She then saw me. I had some upper respiratory problems and had to go into the hospital. I was in for a week on meds. I was hoping she would still want me. She seemed very reluctant, but adopted me. I now live on easy street at the fantastic Meow Palace.
I am very particular about the wildlife I go after at the front glass door in the morning.
7 of 9
When they scoop, I can poop.
The Groups I'm In:
Jewish Kitty/ Pup households, Tuxedo Junction
I've Been On Catster Since:
|August 25th 2006
||More than 7 years!
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September 1st 2006 3:23 pm
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It was vet appointment time. I knew something was up because the dreaded carriers were out. Like a fool the door was open and I just went in to chill out. Low and behold, the door shut and I was taken to the vet.
First, there were tons of dogs barking, then I was taken into this room, where I was poked and proded in areas I didn't know I had, especially to the public.
I heard the vet say how over weight I was and she had to cut my food. Food is my life and now they want to cut me off from the only happiness I know. I couldn't believe it. Needless to say, I am on a diet and need to lose 6 pounds by the next visit. Please, who ever reads this, slip me a treat would ya?
It was good to get home. No pokes now till next year, I hope.
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