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Likes: Cuddling, Leaping, Galloping, Eating cat grass, Trying to eat people food (especially cheese), Exploring the flower garden supervised by mom or dad, Investigating behind any closed door
Pet-Peeves: Nail cleaning and bath time. Being denied cheese. Confused people asking whether I am a cat or a dog.
Favorite Toy: Sharkey (A small plastic shark), Pluggy (An Earplug), Q-tip, Mothra (A live moth), Mousey (A fake mouse), Compie (A toy compass)
Favorite Nap Spot: Under mommy or daddy's shirt, in my heated bed, or any sun patch will do
Favorite Food: Venison
Skills: Getting Dad up at 3:00 am to feed me; Walking on a leash; having a large vocabulary including meows, purrs, chirps, growls, yelps and barking sounds. My parents interpret these sounds as best they can.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: I was born in Northeast Philly, but early on I decided to move to South Philly since that's where all the cool cats are; my favorite movie (not starring Yul Brenner, Patrick Stewart, or Vin Diesel) is Rocky.
Bio: I like to wear sweaters, especially mod black turtlenecks (It makes me look tough in conjunction with my black skull & crossbones collar; 5 pounds of coiled steel), and the occasional preppy striped one. I like to run back and forth on the bed in the middle of the night to wake my servants up. A paw in the mouth also gets their attention. My biological dad's name is One-Eyed Jack (he only has one eye) and my biological mom's name is Streaker. My middle name is Stuart, since I resemble Stuart Little, even though I don't know how I feel about being named after a mouse!! I was the only boy in the litter of 4. My servants are Robert and Karin. They give me a lot of attention, but I always want more!
Lives Remaining: 7 of 9
Forums Motto: Pink Monkey
The Groups I'm In: Hairless Lovers!, Sphynxes Unite
I've Been On Catster Since:
So Santa came, somehow Sput and me didn't hear him or else we would have spied on him from the top of the stairs. Santa got me lots of nice gifts, along with gifts from our servants' relatives. Grandma D. gave me a cool fish-shaped tray to go under my water and food bowls, along with some reindeer ears I refuse to wear. Great Aunt Mary gave me a weasel ball, though that weasel is pretty scary, and a leopard-print cat "tube" that I can run through. Grandma A. and Grandpa B. gave me a whole bunch of balls with bells in them, and a "Micromouse", this little white mouse with attitude that somehow can speed through the kitchen without me even going near him. Auntie Jen gave me a catnip mouse with refillable catnip (a fine invention, I hate it when my mice lose that fresh catnip taste), and some nifty leopard print balls. She also gave my servants cat picture frames, I'll have to keep on them to put pix of me in them pronto! I don't remember what Sput got...my paws are tired of typing, zzzzzzzzzzzzzz........
So Mom and Dad finally brought Sputnik, my little sis, home. They have been telling me about her, but I was mostly distracted and usually half asleep when they would mention her. She and I met paw to paw under the bedroom door for the first time, then when the door was opened I had to give a good hiss and low, extended growl just to let her know that these are my catnip toys, scratcher, furniture, floors, beds, and servants. But over the past two weeks, I've grown to kind of like the little Sput. She's hyper, to be sure, but every once in awhile she calms down and I can actually give her a lick. Kind of funny how she really thinks that red furry mouse is real, anyone my age would know it's fake, unlike the little blue one.
I wish Morris the Cat had run for President, like he did back in 1988! Back then we talked seriously about the issues, like the kibble tax, same breed marriages, the war against dogs, universal vet care, furball research, the canned vs. dry debate, the return of the winter draft, and better litterboxes and training for our kitties overseas. I think I will just sleep the day away.
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