Skills: Despite his large size, Dexter is able to jump straight up and touch the peep-hole on the door -- about 5 feet high.
Arrival Story: Friends of a coworker found the sweet baby at a construction site - he was only about 4 weeks old. They had allergy issues and couldn't keep him -- Carrie knew I had to have an orange tabby -- my hubby had just gotten a motorcycle and couldn't tell me no -- finally, a sweet, charming, lovable OT that would eventually make us his slaves....
Bio: Dexter is the youngest of our three cats and the most obstinate. He's a lazy guy - very much like Garfield - and spends most of his time sleeping . Aloof and usually uninterested in his human caretakers but loves visitors. He likes to go to work with mom at the vet clinic as long as he's just visiting -- he'll scream like crazy if he has to have anything done to him (it's quite embarassing). Dex is good at starting cat-spats and can be a bully at times. He's a bed hog, definitely not a lap cat, and is particular about when and where you pet him. Mom's just 'ok' - he's a daddy's boy and loves to lay his big butt right on dad's chest. Dextro doesn't look it - but he's fleet-footed and often sneaks out into the garage - he's well aware that his mom will not let him escape - he just likes to see her squirm. He knows he's king of the castle and expects nothing but the finest treatment from his peasants. He might be a jerk sometimes (a lot of times - that's our fault - we spoiled him) but we love him and wouldn't trade him for anything.
Wow! As mom says "Where the h@#k did the year go?!" I'm hoping there's some new catnip meeces in one of those packages. They'd be in my stocking but I pulled that down about 2 days after mom put it up. Dad's wishing for some Christmas snow -- he's not getting much use out of his Mad River season pass at this point. Mom would like Santa to bring her the Pearl Jam book and some gift cards. Me & my sibs want treats, treats and more treats!
But those are just things that are fun to get and give. What we're really wishing for is good health, good times and our troops to come home. Here's to a bright 2007!
Well, diary, I can say it was a short week. The slaves took off on vacation leaving me in charge of the place. Needless to say, things ran smoothly. Dr. Amie stopped in everyday and shared her lunch with me -- like she had a choice! Best of all, no gassy smelly canine around. I slept on the big bed all by myself -- it was wonderful. I really tried hard not to beat up on Calvin & Carmen too much....they're so easy. But they came back and the man took over the reins of the home again. I'm still plotting my rebellion -- oh, it will happen, when the time is right.
Oh Dexter, my Dexter. What can I tell you that you don't already know (or at least think you know)? You know why I love you, right? It's because you're a cat's cat - much like George Clooney is a man's man. Cool, gruff exterior. You're rugged - just like my Pops. You don't say a lot but when you do speak -- woo wee -- volumes are told! I know that you're completely devoted to your Dad -- you really can't hide that. Sometimes I think you'd like to tell me to kiss your a## -- that's ok -- deep down I know you love me and I even think that, on occasion, you're happy to have me around. Even though you're a snob -- yes, I said it -- you're a snob, you're a great guy and you know when to show your sensitive side even if I don't see that side of you often. I love you D-man!!