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Age: 10 Years Sex: Male Weight: 12 lbs.
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Likes:
I like to lay on Erin or Marshall.
Pet-Peeves:
I DO NOT like to be held or kissed (ick)!
Favorite Toy:
My favorite toys are the other cats. And the dog. And the dog's red squeaky ball. And bugs. I like bugs.
Favorite Nap Spot:
My favorite nap spot is in the sunshine. It keeps moving, though.
Favorite Food:
My favorite food is hard cat food. Is there something else to eat?
Skills:
I like to tackle the dog.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
I was born under Melissa's front step when Erin was living with her. I and my two sisters were rescued after Erin's cats discovered me playing with them. I had two other siblings who were not rescued, but I don't remember them. I was bigger than my sisters, but I hid behind them in the bathroom where we lived until we had our shots, I hissed and spit at anyone who picked me up. Erin says that this is why she named me Bruiser, but I don't get it. I lived with Melissa until Erin moved to her new apartment and now she has a dog, too.
Bio:
I was a big kitten. I used to run into things because I could never stop and turn like my sisters. I used to fall over a lot, too. I never can understand how that happens. Now, I'm all grown up and Erin says I'm "not too bright" (whatever that means). I fell out of the window once and got really scared because I had never been outside the window. I didn't know that it was so big outside the window. Now Erin has Fiona, a dog who chases me around all the time. I jump on her back and wrestle with her. She bites my tail. I don't understand why she does that barking thing. I don't understand why she always wants to chase me and bite my butt.
Lives Remaining:
8 of 9
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Non-destructible automatic soft food feeder?
I've Been On Catster Since:
| August 10th 2004 |
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
59096
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October 1st 2004 1:29 pm
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Sometimes I can jump the whole way to the top of the fridge and sometimes I can't. I'm confused. Sometimes I can open the freezer door and sometimes I can't. I'm confused. Sometimes I find tasty treats next to the garbage and sometimes I don't. I'm confused. Sometimes Mama yells at me and sometimes she doesn't. I'm confused. Sometimes the dog chases me and sometimes she doesn't. I'm confused.
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