American Shorthair
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Home:West Orange, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 20 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Pucky, Pook, Pookster, Bub, Boo

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Biting and licking toes, hooking on to pants legs, sleeping, Mommy

When Mommy leaves the house

Favorite Toy:
Anything that smells like catnip

Favorite Nap Spot:
Bathroom rug

Favorite Food:
Loose-leaf catnip, Whiskas pouches (when he can keep them down)

Opening doors


Arrival Story:
My roommate at the time picked him out from a group of kittens that some folks were giving away. I wanted a nice, calm cat with a tad of a runny nose, but my psychotic roommate wanted the wiliest kitty of the bunch. Hence, I now have Pucky.

Pucky is all white and he is the most prettiest kitty-cat in the whole wide world!

Lives Remaining:
6 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 9th 2004 More than 12 years!

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What Fools These Mortals Be!

I'm in great shape for the shape I'm in!

November 19th 2004 8:19 am
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I think I had the worst weekend of all of my 8 years last week.

I knew something was up when Mommy brought out the kitty kennel. It was a new thing in the house so of course I had to sniff it and check it out. Strange how I conveniently fit right inside. The next day, Mom, Dad and my aunt loaded me and my sister Heidi into it and into the car! I didn't know what the heck was going on! I hate car rides... I always get really motion-sick and of course it made me throw up all over the box. Then when I was finally brought out of it, I was put up on a silver table where I was poked, prodded and had drops put into my nose by some man I had never seen before. I warned him a few times by growling, but he didn't listen. I eventually heard him tell Mom that I was in pretty good shape... except for my teeth.

To top that off I didn't even get to go home! I had to stay in that prison for 3 and 1/2 days. At least Heidi was there to keep me company. On the last day, they poked me again and I was all woozy. When I woke up, I was missing 4 teeth. But I didn't miss them too much... those teeth had been kind of sore for awhile anyway. I wonder how they knew?

But I'm glad to be back home now, in my cozy basket-bed underneath the end table. Mom has changed out my food, which is fine by me! I'm now getting my dry food mixed with the yummy goodness of canned wet food. If there's one thing I like in this world, it's that moist pate- like food with gravy. I guess in the end it was worth the suffering I went through last weekend!


It's all about ME!

November 7th 2004 12:50 am
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Guess who now has a diary? That's right, yours truly! You see, I only do this to annoy people. That is my specialty. Whether it's scratching up the furniture, giving you humans the cold shoulder when you want attention, puking on the carpet, or licking shower water out of the tub drain, I'm your cat! I especially like to sneak around the corner and wait for my sister and nemesis, Heidi, and then pounce on her and bat at her with my claws! I swear, that girl just doesn't know how to have fun. She hisses and throws a tizzy.

As much of a handful I am, I'm actually much calmer in my old age than I used to be. You see, my Mom used to have this roommate who adopted me with her. He's since moved on, and thank goodness he did. He was psychotic and he played rough. I think some of the psychoses rubbed off on me. You know... nature vs. nurture. And I got some wierd 'nurturing' styles in my formative years.

But now that Mom's old roommate has moved on to terrorize other cats, I live with just her and with my Dad, who came along after it was just me and Mom for awhile. Honestly, I think I should have red fur instead of white fur, that way I'd REALLY be the quintessential "red-headed step-child". Dad and I have a contentious relationship, but between you and me, I think it's because we're both so stubborn to admit we really love each other. *sniff*

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