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Leave a treat for Joshua
Nicknames: Joshie, Josheleh, Tonky Cat, Couch Lion, Pet Quality (when I make Daddy mad)
Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-purebred
Coloration: Blue Mink
Likes: Food, Dad, and naps
Pet-Peeves: Dad leaves for hours for "work". He forgets that he works for me! He says that if I give him the lotto numbers, he will quit this "work". What are lotto numbers?
Favorite Toy: I absolutely love my scratching post shortly after a catnip infusion.
Favorite Nap Spot: On Dad's chest
Favorite Food: Tuna, Greenies treats, and of course, tuna. And stuff that is similar to tuna, like crabcakes.
Skills: I am a gastric artiste and erstwhile shredder of home furnishings. I am an International Veterinarian Slashing Grandmaster.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: My ex-mom purchased me. I have papers. (Big deal, they "fixed" me. Any good that those papers could have done for me was gone in about two snips.) Besides, the papers have been misplaced. Or I shredded them (or worse).
My ex-ma introduced me to my dad. Boy, does that human know how to pet a Tonkinese cat. I think he was a kitty in a previous life (or maybe he is just a cat in human clothing). He knows all the places that make me purr. I just loved Daddy as soon as he scratched behind my ears. So, when my humans chose to part ways, I insisted that I go with the grouchy man who is my forever food provider and kitty litter changer.
Bio: I sleep on Daddy's chest whenever he is sleeping. If he is not sleeping, I sleep on his lap. Just lately, the V-E-T says my thyroid works too hard. Thyroid? What's a thyroid? I didn't even know I had one of those. And if this thyroid thing were mine, it would absolutely never work hard -- at anything. This particular thyroid clearly is the *very* personal property of some other cat who is invited to come over and claim it. When he gets here, I will heist some treats for him. (Daddy doesn't know that I can get into the treat drawer.) Well, on account of this thyroid thing that I am holding in trust for that other cat, I must take a daily medication. I am so accomplished at spitting out pills that the V-E-T had to come up with my med in a transdermal form. Dad rubs this goop into my ears, and slips me a treat. On the whole, vastly preferable to a yucky pill.
Finally, Dad says "While many cats think that they are the Center of the Universe, Joshua most assuredly is the Center of the Universe. Just ask him."
Lives Remaining: 6 of 9
Forums Motto: Got tuna?
The Groups I'm In: ♥ The Pet Poetry Group ♥, ♥ Democats ♥, AGAINST ANIMAL CRUELTY, Olde Furts, President Isabel's Animal Abuse Commission, Terrific Tonkinese's
The Last Forum I Posted In: sick kitty
Major Annoyance: I already said that Dad is pretty good at petting cats. Sometimes, I think he is too good. We have "issues" because he will pet just about any old cat who comes along. The very nerve!!! When he comes home stinky with strange cat smell he seems to expect me to just accept it. I must wash the smell of the interloper off of him before I can stand to snuggle with him. Why do I put up with this? Because I really, really, really do so love my Daddy and I know that he loves me bunches.
I have been tagged! No, not microchipped nor collared with one of those stamped metal things that looks like a bell. I have been tagged by the delightful and gorgeous Tosca Biscotti to participate in Kazumi Joy's meme.
The rules:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write in their own diary (or journal) about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your diary.
My seven random facts:
1. I think this should be called a mememememememe because it is seven things about me.
2. If someone puts a packing peanut in my water fountain, I will watch it go around for hours.
3. I love to watch F1 racing with Dad on Sunday mornings.
4. When I was a little itty-bitty kitty, I had a big adventure. I wandered off in a huge apartment complex and could not find my way home for five whole days. Daddy put up posters and a nice lady saw me and the posters and called him. I cried all the way home.
5. I have been a homebody ever since item 4.
6. My voice is mega-super-meezer. I sound just like a howling infant. My human grandparents used to ask Dad if he had a baby (I think that's a small, wet, and sloppy human) in the house when I would try to tell Daddy something whilst he was on the phone with them.
7. I love tuna. Chunk white in spring water, please.
I hereby and herewith announce the tagging of these verrrrrrrrry interesting kitties:
Last night, Dad and a friend were watching television when around ten o'clock the pizza man came. I used to not get excited about pizza, but last night was different.
This was a different kind of pizza than the kind Dad usually gets. (He usually gets one with olives and peppers and artichokes and such). Last night was very, very different. I knew this was one special pizza once my sniffer apparatus detected it. I smelled something deeeelicious. Scrumptious would be an understatement. It smelled spicy and meaty, and I was interested in pizza for the first time in a long, long time.
Once the humans started snarfing up the pizza (quite noisily, I must add), I noticed that they weren't watching the pizza box very well. Silly humans! With full awareness of the tactical situation, I kinda snuck my little kitty face into the box and checked out the pizza inside. On the pizza were little round, red pieces of meat with little pools of delicious smelling oil on them. I tell you, friends and neighbors, I absolutely could not help myself. (After all, I am just a kitty cat). I tasted one of those round, red, warm, oily things. WOW!!! It was delicious. It was even worth getting yelled at by Dad.
After a few minutes of sad-eyed staring by yours truly, Dad got a paper plate and put one of those round, red things on it for me. For me! I tell you, I scarfed that thing up, and Dad gave me another one. He said "So, Joshie, do you like pepperoni?"
Friends and neighbors, I mean to tell you. I LOVE pepperoni. It is now one of my favorite food groups, up there with treats and tuna.
Goes to prove that unlike old dogs and new tricks, you can teach an old cat new things (especially about tasty stuff).
Hi, Friends and Neighbors. This is not a diary. I am a boy, and boys have journals. Boys do not have diaries. Girls have diaries. Welcome to my journal.
I am not sure what course this journal will follow. It could contain greetings and shout-outs to all the really swell cats that I have met here on catster.
Or it might wind up being a compendium of things that hiss me off. I am an old and cantankerous kitty cat, and there's lots of stuff that hisses me off.
Or it might just be a recounting of days with my Dad.
I am just not sure.
But this is the first entry, and the chapters that follow will surely tell.
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