Age: 9 Years Sex: Male Weight: 18 lbs.
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The Ryan King, High Speed Ryan, Kitten King, The Tiny Tiny Ting, King of Things, Stinkerdoodle, Big Butt, Thug
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March 28th 2007
Black and White
Eating, playing, sleeping, strolling, and torturing his kitty siblings, especially Scottie. He's also an expert at early morning walkovers and mid-night purr and petting sessions, thanks Scottie for teaching Ryan the proper techniques!
Not being able to get the other cats to play with him, or not being allowed to go over the patio wall without his bell collar on. He's also not too sure that the stroller isn't going to eat him ... Does NOT like people he does not know, he goes poof!
Anything with bells, crinkly balls, kitty magic wand with feathers or pom pom.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Ryan enjoys a nice nap anywhere in the sunshine ... and cuddled into something soft.
Pet Promise or Royal Canin 33 kibble, he also loves Gerber meat baby food, Tiki Cat (the stinkiest cat food ever), and Weruva! He also enjoys bedtime snacks of pudding (chocolate & vanilla), tapioca or jello, and scrambled eggs. Greenies rule!
Ryan doesn't walk anywhere, he trots or runs. He also mews like a girl when he wants food in his bowl, and will ask his human sister to fill his bowl, but not let her pet him unless it's his idea.
I lost my beloved brave boy Elliott to Chronic Renal Failure in March, and my cat family had a gaping hole in it that was crying out for a black-and-white kitty. I saw Ryan on Petfinder, and while he doesn't look like Elliott, and certainly won't replace him, he has helped fill a void and a pain in my heart. Kittens are therapeutic!
Ryan was turned into animal control by some evil people in da hood area of San Jose who told the animal control officer, "if you don't take this cat, we are going to drown it." He was taken from the pound by Unconditional Love Rescue, and I brought him home on June 1. He is now the Ryan King!
Daily Diary pick on July 12 & 13, August 15 & 23, September 1 & 28, 2007; February 14, March 29, 2008; March 3, 2009 (along with Cammi!).
Thank you for reading about a big-butted cat from 'da hood!
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I am the Ryan King!
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My mommy wants to thank Lisa Lotti from Unconditional Love Rescue for saving me from the animal shelter and helping me to find my forever home! My mom says I am "all boy" and loves my spunk and imagination! Ryan has brought a sense of mischief and insanity to my life and gives me much more love than I could ask for! He's Mr. Purrsonality-Plus!
Check out Unconditional Love Rescue for your next kitty!
I've Been On Catster Since:
|July 7th 2007
||More than 9 years!
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June 15th 2010 8:25 pm
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Go read Cammi’s diary. She is so totally stupid. She had mom worried that she may have broken her stupid tail.
Seriously I don’t know why she bothers with that cat, when she’s got me.
May 31st 2010 7:07 pm
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Some cats know their birthdays, but I am not sure about when mine was because I was an unloved little tuxedo thug living in ‘da hood region of San Jose. I don’t think what I received in that first household was anything close to being loved.
So when I got turned into San Jose Animal Control on May 26, things were pretty bleak for me. My twin littermate had been turned out into the street the week before, and he’d been picked up by animal control, too. But he was bailed out nearly immediately by a very nice lady named Lisa from Unconditional Love Rescue in Los Gatos. When I popped up a week later, she took me, too, and my picture went up on the Internet along with my twin's.
Which is where my mom found me. She was still sad 2 1/2 months after her brave tuxedo kitty Elliott, who was 4 months from being 16 years old, went to the Bridge from complications of CRF. She contacted the rescue and asked about me and my brother Floran, because she wanted a black-and-white kitty like him. I was then known as Franc. She went to visit us on June 1, 2007, and I was high as a kitty kite on drugs after my fix-it surgery. I was barely big enough to have the surgery. My brother ignored my mom, but I was smart enough to purr and charm.
To a new home I went! Then I turned into my thuggish self once the drugs wore off, and I was named Ryan after hockey player Ryan Getzlaf, who is a big tough talented athlete. I became brattier by the day, and learned to love my older brofur Scottie, who used to be bigger than me. Not anymore! Mom says I am a thug brat.
No matter. I worked my way into her heart and now I get away with chewing pointy-toed leather shoes. Well, I don’t really get away with it, but the most recent pair I am chewing on are mom’s and they were cheap and hurt her feet anyway.
So here I am, three years later, 20 pounds of tuxedo fun. A lucky kitty indeed. I have a little tuxedo sisfur to beat up every day, and the food bowl is never empty. Life is good!
February 13th 2010 1:43 pm
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Mom says one of us is going to go on a stroll later this afternoon in memory of Super Stroller Rocky Ann.
Catch me if you can!!
Mom is sad about RA though. Maybe I shouldn't be such an insensitive thug?
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