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Age: 20 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 18 lbs.

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Bor-da-Bor, Bor-Bor, Baby Bor

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

To be lavished with attention and love

Ceiling fans when they're on (scary), His Brother, Tash

Favorite Toy:
Little rubber ball, toy Rooster, A wand with shiny foil shreds on the end

Favorite Nap Spot:
On the bed, in the window, on the floor

Favorite Food:
Anything canned

He used to chase earplugs and bring them back. That was until he ended up in the ER


Arrival Story:
Boris and husband lived together before I ever met either of them. I guess I was adopted into their family.

Boris is a strange boy. He used to chase ear plugs. One day he ingested one. Several ER trips and a surgery later, he was back to his old self. He hung on by a thread for a week or two. But, by the grace of God, he pulled through. Needless to say, we tossed out all the ear plugs in the house. Boris still longs for them, but for his sake, we keep him clear of the death capsules.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
The Neurotic One

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I've Been On Catster Since:
August 11th 2004 More than 12 years!

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September 16, 2004

September 16th 2004 5:27 am
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Mom and dad went out last night and left us to our own devices. So, I guess we all slept more than expected. When mom and dad got home, they treated up to some canned food. Of course Tash was the fist one in and pushed the rest of us out of the way. What a bully.

Anyhow, after we ate I don't know what happened. We all got so wound up. I was practically running off the walls. Zoe and Chloe were wrestling. But, they didn't mess with me. Sometimes I hate being so much bigger than them. They don't ever try to wrestle with me. Tash is the only one who does and he hurts when he wrestles me. Then again, that's more like a fight than play.

I chased a milk ring around for a while. Also, I told my catnip burlap bag who's boss. I kicked it with my back paws pretty good. I stopped playing once I heard one of my parents coming upstairs. I think they caught me in the act, though. I don't want them to know that I still play with toys. After all, I'm a grown man!


September 15, 2004

September 15th 2004 9:07 am
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I tried to sleep on mom's head again last night. I don't understand it, after walking a couple circles on her pillow to get comfortable and nestling in her hair, she pushed me off! The nerve! I even offered her my trademark deafining purr.

So, after being pushed off mom's pillow five times, I got the point. I started to walk downstairs to snooze on the couch. Of course I had to cross paths with Tash in the hallway. I tried to avoid eye contact with him, but it didn't work. He chased me. I screamed like a frightened child so to scare him away. Apparently, I woke mom and dad up. They got up and yelled at all of us for fighting. So, Tash and I made up as usual and we went downstairs for a nap. Things seem okay between us for now.

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