Cat profile for Felix, a male Domestic Shorthair

Domestic Shorthair

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Home:London, United Kingdom

Sex: Male Weight: 14 lbs.

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Leave a treat for Felix

Kitty Complexion:

Activeness

sleepy		very active

Intelligence

silly		genius

Curiosity

not curious		very curious

Friendliness

timid		affectionate

Vocal

not vocal		very vocal

Birthday:
July 1st 1985

Coloration:
Tabby and White

Likes:
Being stroked.

Pet-Peeves:
Going to the cattery!

Favorite Toy:
Oh no, I'm far too grown up to play with toys. Apart from red string. Occasionally I will chase some red string.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Anywhere and everywhere...

Favorite Food:
Whiskas. And prawns!! And fried fish!!! Ohhh, the fried fish...

Skills:
I used to have a weekend job where I'd get home quite late at night, and Felix would wait for me outside. Even when Dad went to call him in, he wouldn't come inside until I was home. Not if it rained, of course. He wasn't stupid.

Arrival Story:
Our milkman had a farm and when our first cat died, he said we could come and take our pick of the colony that lived in a barn. I was seven years old; I remember standing in the barn with a semi-circle of cats eyeing me and my Dad suspiciously. I had a ginger kitten in my arms which seemed nice, and I was on the verge of saying "this one" when I felt something against my ankle. A little tabby and white kitten was rubbing against me. Obviously, ginger went straight on the floor and I'd barely got the new kitten to eye level before I was saying "this one! This one!"

Bio:
Felix lived with my parents when I went to university and moved 200 miles away, but he was always my cat. He was the soppiest thing - he loved all people (though could terrorise other cats and small animals!), and would start to purr when you walked in the room in the anticipation of being stroked. He hardly ever meowed apart from when he came home from the cattery, whereupon he'd walk around the house and garden caterwauling at everything in sight, and within the first two days he'd poop in the house just so we knew exactly what he thought of us. Wouldn't mind, but he had the cattery staff twisted round his little paw and always came out fuller of biscuits than he went in... He loved to sit sniffing the air on a warm day, and played with snow if he didn't think anyone was watching. He'd come home covered in scratches that at first we thought were from fights, but soon realised were from him throwing himself into trees. After one storm, a tree in the garden fell over. Dad says he saw Felix come speeding round the corner and take a flying leap into where the tree once stood - to do a twist in mid-air and land as if to say "I wasn't doing ANYTHING." He was so trusting and soppy he put up with all sorts - my parents spent a lot of time when we first got him telling me "he's not a toy." Ha! As he grew up, Felix allowed Dad to sit him on his knee and do the charleston with his paws, or be put inside his jumper so his head peered out of the headhole. He hated his carrier, so in defiance of all respected advice my parents would take him to the vet just carried in their arms. And he'd lie there, like a baby, as they'd sign the cheque. The receptionist once gaped at him "I've never seen a cat do that before." (Do not try this at home!) But woe betide you if you were going out and wanted to shut him out of a room he was sleeping in! And watch those claws! Unless you were my Mum... who accidentally trained him to get up like a good boy and go outside when she said "wee-wims." The mind boggles. Felix died of a stomach tumour shortly after his 19th birthday, the purringest, adorablest, beautifullest, cleverest cat I've ever met.

I've Been On Catster Since:

March 19th 2007