Reece 2000 - 2008

American Shorthair/Bombay
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Sex: Male   Weight: 14 lbs.

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Lucky Reece, Reece Peace, Reece - of the sea green eyes

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-cat rescue


kneading your hair

being left out on the deck

Favorite Toy:
plush mouse toy

Favorite Nap Spot:

Favorite Food:
Purina One - only

He's a retriever


Arrival Story:
Our handsome guy suddenly became ill this past week and passed on Friday, June 13, 2008. He was the sweetheart of Gretchen, his Dad's boy and Mom's cuddly guy. We celebrate his life and will always love and miss him. Goodnight sweet prince! -- I was trying to find a no-kill shelter for a dog we had rescued from the streets. In doing so, I saw a special plea for a cat who was felv+. I thought...this would be perfect for Clouseau. Since both cats were felv+, they would not make each other sick. I answered the plea and we adopted Lucky from two very nice women who are dedicated to companion animal rescue, but specialize in cats. After we brought Lucky home, we discovered he had a very prankish since of we changed his name to Reece after the kid on "Malcom in the Middle". Since then, he has earned the name Lucky Reece. PS An amazing story on the dog...after eight months with us, she was reunited with her original family from over 100 miles away who has been searching for her the whole time. Happy Ending!

Reece loves to hide behind an open door and swat doggie noses who poke back there to smell him. He also loves to swat anyone who walks by him while he's hiding in a chair or under a table. Then he takes off like a light with his tail high in the air. To be fair, though, he's also a very affectionate cat who likes to cuddle and snooze with you on a lazy afternoon.

Forums Motto:
Let's play what' behind the door

The Groups I'm In:
I Knead You

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 8th 2004 More than 11 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:

Meet my family
Andy 1998-2008Doc 1995 -
DaisyEmily 1993 -
Oliver -
Fiona -
Enya -
Lance is
Ray & Charles
Jessie -
Ashley 1994 -
Furry Murray
1996 - 2008

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Reece at large...and I mean large!

Has no one but me noticed the new little nuisance in the- house?

December 10th 2004 5:01 pm
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My old friend Clouseau went away. I don't know what happened to her...I hope she is okay and that I will see her again someday. I had many hours of fun chasing her through the house, jumping out at her just so she would jump straight into the air...and boy for a chunky girl, she sure could jump. But the most fun was when she would be walking along unawares and I would run straight for her and do a tackle roll. Yes, that was the most fun. Of course, if Mom or Dad were home I sure would get in trouble for that one.

So, with all of the "good times" we had together you can imagine how lonely I was without Clouseau. After she left, I noticed Mom and Dad were upset and they really seemed very I just hung around them and tried to cuddle up with them. Mom would hold me and cry, so I would rub my face on hers. She would hold me tighter and cry some more. I started sleeping above her head like Clouseau used to do because I didn't want her to be so sad.

Then, just when things were kind of settling into a new routine - namely me getting most of the upstairs attention - a little black and white spit-fire showed up and is taking over the house. She struts around here like she owns the place. She is constantly jumping out from the shadows and scaring the life right out of me. Let me tell you what else she does...She waits until I am calmly walking from my favorite place on the bed to my favorite place on the couch and tackles me in a hit and tumble move. She jumps on me, she tries to play with my tail, yes that's right, my TAIL and then she has the nerve to want to curl up with me in my cat bed. Every time I complain Dad says, " I hope the irony isn't lost on you big guy." What does irony mean?

I have noticed that Mom and Dad think this is all very funny. I know this new whipper snapper's name is Gretchen because they call my name and her name when it's chow time. But I keep hearing something sounds like Clouseau...but it's two words: What does "Clouseau's Revenge" mean?

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