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American Shorthair

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Home:BC, Canada

Age: 13 Years Sex: Male Weight: 13 lbs.

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Nicknames:
MiloCat; Nutter; Kitten

Likes:
The sound of the Fridge door opening at about 6:00pm.

Pet-Peeves:
I hate children and dogs. They are dirty and make weird noises

Favorite Toy:
Cat Crazies plastic hoops and mini frisbees

Favorite Nap Spot:
at night, taking up half of mom's pillow

Favorite Food:
Friskies wet food and Prescription Diet T/D--tastes like cookies!

Skills:
I can fetch mini frisbees. Mom or Dad throws it and I go get it, put it in my mouth and bring it back. Mom thinks this is hilarious so I keep humouring her.

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
I was born on my person's birthday in 1999. She wanted to get a cat for her boyfriend as a graduation gift. A friend's daughter had two cats--a mother and daughter cat--that both became 'with kitten' at the same time, so 2 litters of us were born. At about five weeks, me and my brother Hobbes (I was before known as Calvin) were driving these people crazy with our tearing around the house incessantly. So they decided to ship us out a little early. Jason and Dianna came over to pick their favourite. Dianna felt bad about taking any of the cats away from their Mama so she could not have one of the ones that were in the huge pile sleeping together. I however came over to investigate right away who these new people were. The big tall guy had fun pant legs and shoelaces which I started to attack. Because I was so independent, they took me home. They did not want me to be called Calvin any more. There were some arguments as Dad wanted to call me Axl or something else just as silly. Finally they decided on Milo.

Bio:
I am allergic to fleas and have been known to bring other neighbourhood cats home through my cat door. I love catching birds which has been made harder since mom freaked out and put a giant bell on my neck. However, I believe a if a mouse was to get into my house, it should be allowed to live freely and happily. I learned to climb by racing up a 25 foot tree when I was about 3 months old. This tree faced a number of apartments and I could nto get down so I sat up there an yowled for a good hour and half, quickly introducing mom and dad to all their neighbours. Finally I learned that if I just let go and fell a few feet, I could grab on again, and then do it again, so I could get down.

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I've Been On Catster Since:

August 11th 2004