Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 15 lbs.
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Abbert, Danger-Boy, Dudelet, Hobgoblin, Dog-in-a-Cat-Suit, Mr. Poogely-Bear
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stealing food, sniffing girl-butt, kneading to the point of inappropriate excitement
being rolled on his back, being held, having his feet messed with
his buddy Sarah
Favorite Nap Spot:
blankets on the back of the couch, next to a Mommy
Abbot(t) can open closets, cabinets and the refrigerator. He uses his paws like a dog to pat you on the cheek or drag a food dish from under an unsuspecting nose.
I moved to Seattle with my partner, my old cat Zoe, and her young cat Sarah. It soon became apparent that the young kitty needed a distraction from pestering Zoe to an early grave but I held firm to the idea that two cats and two chicks in a 650 square-foot apartment was enough. After a particularly bad day of trying to remedy my unemployed status, my partner Kat suggested we go to the Humane Society to pet the kitties. The magic was just not there and I was still feeling crappy so we decided to drive to the Paws Cat City on Greenwood even though it was probably closed. We got to the mecca of all catness just as it was closing but the nice folks working there allowed us in for a few minutes. They were cleaning thoroughly after a bout of kitty-cough but still had a few cats there that had recently come in. A big black and white boy sauntered in like he owned the place, "chrrrupped" at us and it was all over for me (think tunnel-vision like in movie depictions of love at first sight). We made sure we were at Paws as soon as they opened the next day and adopted "Mr. Beasly" before he could get snatched up by anyone else. He came home and finally won over the resident girls, Zoe and Sarah after a brief period of negotiation. His mellow straight-man personality and his coloration like monastic garb led to his name Abbot(t) as an homage to both Bud Abbott and an Abbot of a religious order. After a few months as part of our household, Danger-boy continues to amaze us with his unique form of catness and we're looking forward to (bracing ourselves for) his continued personal growth.
In six months with Abbot(t) one fact has become central: he is a walking Id. No Ego, no Superego, just an Id on cat paws. Finished your meal but want more? Easy - just reach out with your paw and take the dish from another cat. That not possible? Just wait for the really tall ones to leave, and then open the fridge and grab something (smoked sausage is best). Closet may have something interesting inside? Just slip a paw between the doors and pull one open. He is hilarious. Most days he walks around making little noises to himself as he walks; we think he is trying to get ready for a part in some action film where he gets to have his own soundtrack. From what we can tell, Abbot(t) may be on the verge of true awareness of himself as a separate being in the universe, capable of independent thought and understanding, able to make his own decisions and form complex interrelated theories about the nature of life, death, and the afterworld; a seer, if you will; a conduit for the beings of the astral; a small mobile point of ley line intersection.... Now, if he only had thumbs.
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I've Been On Catster Since:
|August 6th 2004
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November 24th 2004 10:34 pm
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The only reason I know this is that whenever I decide to investigate the wondermous smells and flavors that cling to things in there my two humans shout my given-name and tell me to get out of "the sink." I really don't know why I should leave this treasure alone, I mean really, they leave yummy bits of stuff clinging to their food-bowls out for any cat to have. Humans!
I'm hanging out in the front window, watching the cars go by and waiting for the tall Mom to go to bed so I can squirm in between them. Oh how I love sleeping all night between my Mommies, stretching out so I can touch them both with my paws. They accuse me of stealing the covers and shoving them to the edges of the bed but all I want is them both to cuddle me at the same time. Can I help it if I'm just a big boy?
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