Nicknames: Drooly-puss, Big Boy, Little Buddy, Big Weenus, Gentle Giant, Boy Puss, Puppy Cat, Static Puss, The Brain
Birthday: February 15th 2000
Likes: My mama. Love to groom her hands!
Pet-Peeves: Knocks on doors, doorbells, vacuum cleaners, loud voices/noises, strangers and Meatball
Favorite Toy: Fishie! And purple puppy, green puppy, and anything with little bells or rattles inside.
Favorite Nap Spot: Wherever my mama is.
Favorite Food: Mama's food, but I hardly ever get any!
Skills: I open doors, sit up on my hind legs, pick things up with my paws, leap high up in the air, bring mama presents, play hockey & baseball & "frisbee", & know when mama is sad
Arrival Story: (Make sure you click on See My CatsterPlus Photo Book for MORE pics!!!) I wound up in foster care with 60 other cats, all roaming freely. I was brought there after my first owner gave me up to a shelter after I gave them 6 years of love and loyalty. They blamed it on Hurricane Wilma, but I don't believe it was really that. The foster's house smelled, and some of them had ringworm. And I had to constantly battle for food, which wasn't abundant to begin with.
One day this cute girl showed up to adopt 2 of us. I figured I didn't have a chance because I had lost my fur while at the shelter & it had only just begun to grow back, so I was pretty strange looking; plus I was covered in scabs so I probably didn't feel good to petting hands. But I couldn't help following her around the house for the next two hours, watching her from a distance, hoping that I could somehow win her over. Towards the end of the "viewing" I overheard her asking the foster about which cat would be the hardest to adopt out & why. I put on all of the charm then, jumped up on the table & started purring, reaching for her with my paws, and turned over on my back, belly up. I even grabbed her around the wrist and pulled her hand to me so I could give it a good shmooze. And she fell for it hook, line & sinker. She was amazed at how huge my paws were, especially since the rest of me was so underweight at that time. She could tell I would be a big boy.
Anyway, the foster said that I would actually be the hardest to adopt out, out of all the others, because of my age & my current appearance, as well as the fact that I'm a black cat. She told the foster she would be back a week from then to pick me up, along with my future little sister. And she did! And here I am. Happy, healthy, loved, adored, back up to my Maine Coon size with all of my silk-like fur again, including the tufts on the bottom of my paws! I'm in my furr-ever home. :-)
Bio: I have a little sister, who is rather immature. She finds humor in biting me on the butt & attacking me when I am sleeping. She even stalks me. But I know I am the better furr-baby. I don't attack back, lucky for her, because if I did...well, I AM a big boy. Plus I wouldn't want to disappoint my mama by stooping to Meatball's level. My mama calls me the gentle giant because she is amazed at how gentle and quiet I am for my size. I don't really meow. Every once in a blue moon, a little tiny very soft meow will come out, but I usually just like to trill. I don't even have to open my mouth to do it! And at night, in bed, I walk AROUND her to get to the other side, instead of ON her. I really love being with my mama. Wherever she is, I am. If she's cooking, I relax in the kitchen with her. If she's working on her computer, I relax beside her on the floor. I sleep in the same bed with her. I wait for her outside the bathtub when she is in the shower (sometimes I peek!). When she gets out, I dry off her legs with my fur. :) I sit on the toilet seat while she is drying her hair & putting on her make-up. I greet her at the door whenever she gets home from somewhere. We watch TV together, & have playtime together (my favorites are peek-a-boo, baseball, hockey cuz I can slide across the floors, and frisbee with any of my toys). I like mama to keep me company while I eat, too. I just don't want to be away from her.
R.I.P. baby MEATBALL my lil sisfur. We both were "gotcha'd" by the Pink Monkey Feb. 15, 2006. But cancer took you long before your time, Meatball. Pink Monkey's heart is broken into itty bitty pieces, but I am collecting them all & putting them back together. We already miss you so much. 02/15/06 - 06/09/12