Tucker Benjamin


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Picture of Tucker Benjamin, a male Breed Unknown

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Home:Bucks County, PA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 8 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 12 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Supermodel, Tux, Sir Spotty Fluffington, Tucker Benji, Longhaired Kitty, Kentucky, Mr. T

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-part feral-cat rescue

Birthday:
May 1st 2006

Coloration:
Tri-color

Likes:
Sleeping.

Pet-Peeves:
Strangers.

Favorite Food:
Wellness canned.

Skills:
Super-modeling.

Dwells:
indoors

Bio:
I'm formerly feral. I was born and raised outside. I was born near a lady's house. She tried for many months to get me to come to her. My feral cat mom let the lady pet her, and so did my sister Fiona (after months of coaxing) and I saw she wasn't going to eat me. After four months of trying, I finally let the lady touch my back. When she touched me I ran away because I was scared. But every time she fed me - she would pet me while I ate - and over the course of a few weeks I became used to it. She called me Longhaired Kitty. At first she thought I was a GIRL - can you believe that? She called me Lola. How embarrassing. But she says it's because I am so pretty. I guess that's ok. Two of my feral siblings were still scared of the lady and wouldn't let her touch them, but they watched her pet me and one of them started to understand that she wasn't a threat. A few more weeks passed and I started to rub on the lady's legs when she came outside and she even had me sit on her lap. My sister Fiona and I would have a race to see who could get to the lady first, so we could be pet. I would push Fiona out of the way - and she would push me out of the way. The lady put me on Frontline so I would stop itching. By Halloween the lady was petting me, Fiona, and my brother Liam - as well as our family friend, Alden. The lady told me we were "ready" and she put Fiona in a carrier and took her inside! I did not like the looks of that. I ran off. But a few minutes later the lady was back and she grabbed me and stuffed me in the carrier. She took me inside and put me in a cat playpen. I cried and cried. Then I realized it was warmer and there was a lot of food. Fiona and I went to the vet together and were tested, spayed/neutered, vaccinated and dewormed. I feel like a new kitten. And I love living inside. I love snuggling on mom's lap - getting kisses on my face - and I especially love being brushed. Almost all of my feral family is now adjusting to life as "housecats". This is such a difference than how I was living six months ago - shivering in the rain and looking for food - and trying to stay away from fighting and predators. I know to appreciate it all.

Forums Motto:
Tucker - Supermodel

I've Been On Catster Since:
December 19th 2006 More than 7 years!

I Was In The:
Catster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
442687


Meet my family
Chloe JaneAlden Cole, In
Loving Memory
Fiona GraceJake Ryan
Riley Coyote,
In Loving
Memory
Beatrice
Claire
HazelNut, In
Loving Memory

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Formerly Feral: Diary of a Supermodel


A Good Chew

January 12th 2007 12:19 pm
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When my latest modeling gig was over I decided not to have a drink with the rest of the models. Drinking isn't good for the waistline. I prefer a good chew.

I took my chew on top of the cat tree. Mom always presents me with a chew there because my pesky baby sisters and baby brothers try to steal it from me.

And being the easygoing supermodel that I am, I let them take it. They bat it around and fling it under the chair where they can't reach it. A complete waste of a chew! So I chew my chew as quickly as I can, before they sniff it out.

I prefer chicken flavored cat chews. They are delectable. And quite a change from the sticks I used to chew on when I was feral. Those were wood.

Mom says that chews will remove plaque from my teeth and keep my gums healthy. Which is essential, given my career path.

I'm ready for the paparazzi now, but I must nap first.

 

Supermodel

December 21st 2006 1:24 pm
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Super-modeling is hard work. You would be silly to think that it isn't.

The blinding flashbulbs that make your eyes see spots for minutes afterwards.

The occassional bad oufit that you need to wear while pretending it's the greatest thing on earth (or the bad hat, as is the case with the photo on my Website).

The constant grooming and mani's/pedi's from your personal assistant team.

The glaring looks you get from others who do not model, but whom wish they did.

The fragrance of fresh tuna fish that your friends are all eating, but which you know you can't possibly eat because it will go straight to your hips.

Yes, being a supermodel is hard work.

I need to nap now. Beauty sleep is essential.

 
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