Pet-Peeves: Mom sleeping in, not being allowed in the basement
Favorite Toy: Fuzzy mice, bottle caps
Favorite Nap Spot: In bed next to mom, snuggled in like a teddy bear
Favorite Food: Canned canned and especially canned. And dust bunnies.
Skills: I can open doors and cupboards like nobody's business. I'm also really good at sneaking into various crawl spaces and disappearing. Oh, and I have a serious yowl.
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: My cat-mom was a stray who was taken in by a family who dropped me and my littermates off at a shelter at about six weeks old, a couple of weeks before Christmas. We'd all been weaned, but hadn't otherwise been fed anything but table scraps, so we were all pretty scrawny. I had snot all over my nose, and when I met my mom she wasn't sure I was healthy enough, so I crawled out of the cage and up her arm, sat on her shoulder and poked my crusty nose in her face so she'd know I was her cat. She knew she'd been claimed, and we walked all around the store with me on her shoulder while she found supplies for me.
Since we kittens hadn't really been fed, one of my brothers didn't make it through that night, and I myself only weighed 1.5lb, with my little toothpick ribs sticking out. For the first week or so at my new home, I would cry and cry for food while sitting a couple feet away from a bowl of kitten chow, but I didn't know it was for me until someone picked me up and put me in front of it.
Bio: I act like I'm a tough guy, but I'm a total baby at heart, and if you rub the right spot under my chin, I'll fall right over into your hand. I'm also a well-travelled cat: born in Indiana, I spent my formative psychoticviolentkitten years in Boston, and then made the trip by car and by plane out to Oregon, where I get to be an outdoor cat and rule over my own domain!