Age: 10 Years Sex: Male Weight: 13 lbs.
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April 1st 2006
Orange & White Tabby
To play 'Fetch' with Mom; Playing with furballs; playing with anything
Doesn't like Bellies much;
Usually the round wool pom-poms with catnip. Throw and he brings it back.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Either Mom's wheelchair or the closet
Nine Lives Tuna, Tuna w/Cheese, Tuna w/egg. You get the picture.
He plays Fetch, he 'shakes' paws. He's learning to talk.
I lost my wonderful cat of 13 years, Tracks, and was inconsolable. I wanted to get another cat. So I went to the no-kill shelter and asked if they had any de-clawed cats. They took me back to another part of the shelter and there were these two darling cats that looked almost identical. I fell in love with the biggest one and told them I would take him. They told me that the two were brothers and I would have to take both as they had never been separated. So, I took both of them. Their names were Khaki and Suede, which I didn't care for. So I named them Toothpick and Shovel. Toothpick and Shovel is the name of my husband's model railroad - The Toothpick and Shovel Railway. I wanted to have them named after something railroady so I picked our model railroads names. I liked the names and the cats quickly became our kitties and felt at home. We loved them both very much.
Please read Toothpick's diary entry, his first, to get his feelings and the story from his perspective.
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I am what I am, and that's all that I am
I've Been On Catster Since:
|July 10th 2007
||More than 9 years!
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December 16th 2008 1:26 pm
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This is Toothpick's Meowmy typing for him:
I don't understand why I can't type. I put my paws on the little things like Meowmy does, but it doesn't say what I want it to! Merowwww! It's making me run around and be a bad kitty.
We found a new house to live in. Meowmy has almost all her boxes opened. I like boxes. I jump into the smallest ones and let her take my picture. She likes taking my picture a lot. I like it too. I'm a pretty cat...But she says I'm spoiled. Not true, says I. (Is she really typing what I am saying??? Will someone let me know?)
We have some new cat neighbors. One looks a LOT like me, but Meowmy cried when he turned to look at her. He must be an outdoor cat because he is scarred and has places that look like he's been fighting. He is skinny too. She is going to sneak food outside to feed him if she can. She feels sorry for him because he looks so sad.
There is a pretty white and calico girl that lives across the street but she doesn't like other people. She will come up and look at me in the window, but she won't go near Meowmy. She runs across the street when Meowmy goes outside.
I've seen a couple other cats around but they don't stay. They visit for a while then go away.
I like my new house. I have a room of my very own for my box and my toys. Although I manage to put a good portion of toys around the house. Meowmy buys me these little black and white furry mice every couple of weeks. I destroy them completely. I eat them tails - mmmmm - so good. Meowmy tries to keep me from eating them but I do. I'm afraid she'll start cutting them off before she gives them to me. But I'll play with them anyway.
Meowmy was gone for a long, long time. Bert kept telling me she would come home and I waited and waited and wailed a lot. Then one day she did!! But she was very weak. She had been in the human version of a cat hospital and had them cut into her. I was cut into once when I was a kitten when they took my....ah....well, you know. And then they took my claws. Meowmy didn't do that to me; the human who owned my brofur and me did it to both of us. But Meowmy is getting better.
But I'm afraid all the time now that she'll go away again. I follow her everywhere around the house and to her litterbox and bed and everywhere. I was afraid when she was gone. I know Bert loves me, but Meowmy treats me like the special baby I am. Bert just thinks of me as an animal. Meowmy loves me best.
Meowmy wants to spend some time looking at other stuff, so I have to go. I'll keep practicing with my paws, but they aren't as big as Meowmy's so I don't know if I'll ever be able to type my own paw mail. Oh well, that's what Meowmy's are for, right? And TREATS!!!!!!!
MIOW for now.............
August 2nd 2008 2:36 pm
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Meow to all my feline and hooman furrends.
I have been a lazy kit and been sleeping and playing. Haven't been on for a while. My Meowmy has been sad a lot and I have been with her too.
I have had a furrend come and visit with me. She is vurry pretty and was an outdoor kitty and her name is Mittens. She used to come and spend time with me. She smelled funny because she spent time with offur cats outside. It upset me sometimes and we'd hiss at each other. But the hoomans who live next door took her and her brofur inside furever. So I don't see her now. But it was nice having a playmate.
Meowmy is thinking about a kitten for me to play with. But we have to move first. Once we find a new hut we will look for a friend for me.
I was sick a while ago and had to see the man who gives shots. He gave me shots and made Meowmy shove vurry awful stuff down my mouff. I got well, but they took me to see the man again a little while ago and he gave me more shots. Meowmy says it's to keep me from getting sick wif offur things.
Meowmy is teaching me how to spell and write. Soon I will sound hooman..oops...human. (I'd rather sleep than spell...yaawwwwnnn)
Nap time. I will paw you all later.
Meows to you all..
December 2nd 2007 9:48 am
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Oh, it has been a while. Let's see if I can catch up on all happenings since I last pawed here.
Meowmy and Bert went away on their 'cruise' and left me alone for 4 days. Oh, my human brofur came and fed me every evening and played with me. But it wasn't the same. Before they left, I tried to hide in one of their bags so I could go with them, but they found me, meow-it! But when they came back, they showed me many pictures of a REALLY BIG BOAT and lots and lots and lots of yucky water! I'm glad they DID find me! I don't like water. Not even a little bit. It's ok to drink, but that's all. I hate getting my fur wet. So I'm glad they didn't take me and that they had fun and came home to me. Coming home to me is the best part.
I am growing. I'm 19 months old today (wonder if I get a party?) I have my winter coat and am very fluffy right now. Meowmy calls me handsome. I like that. I must be, right? Well, no matter. This is the same human that calls me furperson, furboy, furball, furbaby, and sweetie. The one I hiss at is the one that Bert calls me: ToothPASTE, not ToothPICK!!! Meowmy doesn't like it either. If I wasn't a nice cat, I think I'd poop in his shoes!! But I AM a nice cat, most of the time.
Meowmy's brofur and two of his litter moved in with us. It was very crowded and I loved the boy. But I didn't care for the brofur very much and I didn't care too much for the girl. They weren't cat people. But the boy and girl went away so now it's just the brofur. He seems to like me a little now, although he doesn't like it when I meow too loud or too much. I talk a lot. Get that from my Meowmy.
I have decided that I will allow Meowmy to pick me up and hold me on her shoulder. I purr and fall asleep, but I don't let Bert or anyone else do it, just Meowmy. She is gentle with me always. I got her the other night though. I crawled under the covers and bit behind her knee. She yelped just like a kitten!! MOL!! I couldn't help it. It was there, I was there and I bit...
I'm kind of lonely. I wish Bert would let Meowmy get me a playmate, but he says only one cat. Me. But Meowmy plays with me a lot and it helps. But I wish my brofur was here to wash and get smooges from. Even writing my friends Norman and Vlad with all their smooge wishes doesn't help sometimes. I think I'm getting this from Meowmy.
Meowmy says she hates this time of year. She is sad a lot because she doesn't have contact with her one kit. They had a fight a long time ago and hissed and spit at each other and the kit said she wouldn't speak to her every again and she hasn't. She says from October to February is awful for her. I try to make her laugh, but it's not easy, believe me. I cuddle up to her in bed and nip her fingers. I know she loves me, but it makes me sad to see my Meowmy sad.
Well, I should let Meowmy on the computer. She has things to do and wants to get things done today. So I will try to be better about keeping this updated.
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