Birthday: April 16th 1998 Coloration: Black and White Likes: Playing with me, sleeping on me Pet-Peeves: Getting wet dog nose up his bum Favorite Toy: Me Favorite Nap Spot: me, my bed Favorite Food: Ham, turkey, fish Skills: He has two people words, he says mama and NOW at supper time Dwells:
indoors and outdoors Arrival Story: After my cat Rocky passed away, I told myself I'd never own another cat, a year came and went I was lonely and my dog missed having a playmate, so when my mom's coe-worker's cat had kittens, we went and had a look. Rascal was the only black and white, he was zooming around the room, and I knew I had to have him. Bio: Originaly nammed Rox in memory of my first cat Rocky, the name Rascal sort of took on... Forums Motto: Rascal the dog wrestler The Groups I'm In: *^*^*^Rascal's$Rock*^*^*^ The Last Forum I Posted In: How did you come to choose Rascal
Rascal had a ruff time with the neighbourhood cat, so he's not too friendly with other cats, but being raised around dogs, if I bring home a stray dog, he couldn't be happier. He likes to wrestle with his "brother" Cowboy.
Hi, I'm Rascal the cat, since this is my first time writing in my diary, I thought I'd talk a litle about myself, and then later on, I'll write about my exiting days.
Well I'm 9 years old. My momy got knocked up cause she wasn't spayed, and me and my brother and sisters were free to a good home. My adopted momy knew my momy's momy from work (sounds complicate but it's not) and she came to see me I was just a litle baby, 3 months later, I went home to live with my new adopted momy, and her dog Winky. I loved winky, he was my best pal and we slept in the same bed, may he R.I.P.
My momy named me Rox, in memory of the cat she had before me called Rocky, but I was such a trouble maker, she was always calling me Rascal, and that sort of became my name.
I'm not too fond of other cats, the other cats in my neighbourhood gave me a rough time when I was a kitten and so I don't trust other cats, but since I grew up around a friendly dog, I love dogs!
I'm potty trained like my dogy brother, momy adopted a new dog called Cowboy almost 2 years ago.
I like to show my affection by bringing home squirels and chipmunks for momy, but I don't think she likes that very much.
Some people just don't understand me, I like to be pet a certain way, and when they don't pet me right, I nip them as a way of saying please don't pet me like that, but they get mad and think I'm mean and don't like them.
I like to talk to momy, sometimes we have big conversations. I realy like it when we play together and cudle together. Sometimes, if she's doing homework, I'll lie down on top of it, that way she HAS to give me attention!
