Friday Lucifer


Russian Blue/American Shorthair
Picture of Friday Lucifer, a male Russian Blue/American Shorthair

Photo Comments Sex: Male   Weight: 11 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Fri, Little Boo, Boo-kits, LBs, Little Man, LM's, Little Bunny, Boo, Fri-Fri, Little babes, Fri-guy

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

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Birthday:
November 11th 1993

Coloration:
Gray

Likes:
I like watching birds and squirrels, looking out the window (I'm looking at an Elk the pic to the left), having my chin scratched, p's & e's, being brushed, sticking my head out the window of the suburban, lounging on a pizza box, drinking out of your cup

Pet-Peeves:
I hate being woken up from a dream, being picked up for too long, other cats near my home, a dirty litter box, long drives, squirrels, big guys, changing my food around (again!).

Favorite Toy:
A brand new super scratcher, candy cane, Christmas tree ornaments, a pen that hides under a pillow

Favorite Nap Spot:
My Baskey, in the window, any available nook or sunny spot

Favorite Food:
Barley Cat, Happy Hips treats, Liver anything, STEAK!

Skills:
I can purr while I eat, I can melt my parents heart, and I fool everone I meet into thinking I am a purebread and a young stud!

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Friday was found outside our house in Babylon, NY when I was just 12 years old. My mom was off to a party when she spotted him hanging out by the garbage bags, a little grey kitten. She yelled for me to bring out some kitty chow and took off. I could tell right off the bat that he was his own boss - he wouldn't let me pick him up and followed me door to door asking the neighbors is he was theirs. The night came and it was chilly, so I sat in my mom's car with him and eventually fell asleep. My mom came home and thought I was crazy for my kitty camp- out, but she let me bring him up to my room so we could both have a good night's sleep. We put up signs and asked around but nobody knew of his whereabouts. We called the local pound and they were full - which isn't a good thing for a stray kitty. So, we held on to him and my mom started calling him Friday, the day we found him of course. The rest is kitty history.

Bio:
Little boo used to be a very bad cat. He would attack anyone or anything that got in his way, or even if it didn't. Uncle Rob used to say, " Fridays not gonna live till Saturday." Aunt Sue thought he was the spirit of an ex-con. He was a hunter and brought me many of his kills, including birds and mice. He was the rebel of the neighborhood corral and harassed all the local kitties, even an occasional racoon. He "rode" his brother Felix around the house like a horse and Prancer the dog learned to keep his distance. His middle name became clear to all of us who knew him. However, ever since he moved in with his Daddy, DMA, he has been transformed into the good little boy he is today (all it took was being chased around the house with a large shoe to show him who was boss). He sleeps under the covers with us when he is cold, purrs like mad when he gets his P's and E's and adds much joy to our lives. We love Friday and hope he lives for many, many more Saturdays.

Forums Motto:
Little Boo, Airstream Mascot

The Groups I'm In:
Chef Skylar's open restaurant, Doc Hunter's House of Medicine, Feline Kidney Transplant, Fellow Feline Fridays, Shades of Gray

Best buds:
Ernie & Jiboo, Sodapop Ginsberg, Xaver & Babelle

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 7th 2007 More than 7 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
515692


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