Nicknames: Ornery Thing, Fiend, Patrick Jonathan, Fluffy Boy
Gotcha Date: August 3rd 2002
Birthday: March 6th 2002
Coloration: Van Bicolor
Likes: Sleeping, getting attention and I ♥ shredding paper.
Pet-Peeves: Being shoo out of the kitchen because I'm under foot
Favorite Toy: Whatever my sister is currently playing with
Favorite Nap Spot: Mom's lap, office chair, coffee table, mom's bed, love seat, any available rug... hmmm... Might be easier to name where I don't like to take a nap.
Favorite Food: I am currently eating Innova Adult Dry cat food. I like liver treats. Don't care much for canned food or seafood favors.
Skills: Knows when to be super lovable... like right after getting in trouble. I am leash trained.
Arrival Story: I had gotten PJ's littermate sister, Callie, the week before and decided it wasn't good for her to be at home by herself especially if I got sent out of town on business. So I called Callie's previous owners and asked if I could have one of the remaining females from Callie's litter. They asked me if I would take her longhair brother instead as longhair cats do not do well on farms plus this guy had such a personality already, they really wanted him to go to a good home. Having grown up on a farm and given away longhair kittens for the same reason, I agreed to take him. So that's how PJ came to live with his littermate sister Callie.
Bio: First Day Home ~~
Mom has allergies so my first activity when I got home was to get a bath. Mom almost had to get ear plugs because I yowled so loudly. I really hate baths! Next thing Mom did was to try and figure out what she was going to name me. I do have this unique marking on my nose, but it was another set of marks that got me my name. As I walked away from her, my markings on my hind legs made mom say, "Hey guy, you're losing your pajama drawers." Thus the name PJ.
Little gray fur balls that bounce and run and tumble all over the place have invaded in my space. Little gray fur balls to the right of me, little gray fur balls to the left of me, little gray fur balls in front of me. ACCK! I'm surrounded!
One of the little gray fur balls approaches me. I hiss a warning and what should happen? The little gray fur ball gets bigger by making his hair stand on end. Next, Katrina comes running up to me, hissing and with her tail all puffed. What the heck? Finally mom gets into the act. Yea, mom's going to save me!
"Be nice, PJ. Be nice to the kittens."
WHAT?!? Mom! You are to be on my side! And kittens? These can't be Katrina's kittens! There are too many of them! No, those little gray fur balls are aliens!
Well, look at this! Samoa named me her Dreamboat #29. I had stop thinking I could ever be named a dreamboat. After all, I do have a steady girlfriend, my Sweet Hannah.
I must admit, I was a bit jealous when my bud, Beepers was named Dreamboat #23. I mean, he had been on Catster less than a month! If it hadn't been for his Ohio mom saving my mom from me at a cat show over 2 years ago, we never would have met.
Ah, but the plot thickens. My nephews, Katrina's sons were then named by Samoa to be Dreamboats-in-Training! What the....!!! They were only one month old at the time! I mean I just could not believe what I was seeing!
I then think of my lovely Hannah. I know I am her personal Dreamboat. So girls eat your hearts out! Hannah has mine!
Thank you Samoa for naming me as one of your Dreamboats! Nice to know I still have it!