Smokey


Siberian
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Home:Nederland, CO  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Smokester, Mokers, Little Man, Boo, Smokio-Dokio

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
March 16th 2004

Coloration:
Black Smoke

Likes:
Daddy, belly rubs and catnip.

Pet-Peeves:
He is so easygoing, he really doesn't have any!

Favorite Toy:
"Da Bird"... the only time he ever GROWLS is if Kiki goes near it.

Favorite Nap Spot:
in the kitty hammock

Skills:
He gives hugs and purrs very very loud! He can fit into the smallest of boxes.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Having suffered from cat allergies for most of my life, I was intrigued when I heard about the Siberian's "hypoallergenic" qualities. I found a wonderful breeder in Denver and visited her to test for allergies. We met Smokey when he was only 10 days old but he was reserved. A few weeks later the person who reserved him changed her mind and the breeder chose us to take him. We could not wait to bring him home! He is the sweetest little lovebug and we are very lucky to have him.

Bio:
His father is red silver and his mother is blue. He's small for a Siberian. But what he lacks in size he makes up in personality!

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
All you need is LOVE

The Groups I'm In:
Colorado Kitties, Foto Cats, Russian Siberians

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 11th 2004 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
60080


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KikiCalvin (in
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My life


The not-so-great escape.

August 28th 2006 1:03 pm
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I guess I was so traumatized by my outdoor adventure that I completely forgot to make a diary entry.
My mommy always worries that I will try to go outside because I love to greet people at the door. Whenever she comes in the door, she says "NO" to keep me away. I was never sure why, but I think I figured it out.
About a month ago one of our visiting kids left the front door open by mistake. I saw it was open so of course I had to check it out. No one was around. Nobody said "NO" like mommy always does. So I walked outside. I walked around the house. There were all kinds of smells and sounds. But I soon realized that I was way out of my element. I was scared. I didn't know my way back. I hid under a rock. I don't even know how long I was out there.
Here is what Kiki told me. Daddy came home and saw the door open. He ran inside looking for me and realized I had gone out that door. Mommy was freaking out. But the kid came to the rescue and spotted me in back by the rocks. Daddy came outside and was calling me, but I was too scared to come out. I figured I was in BIG TROUBLE. Mommy even got Da Bird but I wasn't biting. So daddy sat on a rock and talked to me for a long time. And when I came out from under the rock he held me and made me feel better. He wasn't even mad at me.
I don't think I ever want to go out there again. I could tell that mommy was scared too. I heard her talking about the dogs (I've seen them through the window) and other creatures... like bears and foxes and coyotes and even mountain lions! And bad things can happen. I love mommy and daddy (okay, even Kiki) too much to scare them like that again.

 

Kiki ate my toy

November 1st 2004 10:42 am
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I guess I need to learn about sharing. Kiki ate "Da Bird". I tried really hard to keep it from her. Mommy always put it in the laundry room on the shelf and closed the door. But somebody didn't close it tightly the other night and Kiki got in and found it. I would really be mad at her right now except I feel kinda bad about what happened afterwards. She paid for it. I won't go into the gruesome details, except to say that mommy and daddy were up until midnight cleaning the carpet. I hope she learned her lesson! I hope I remember NEVER to eat feathers!

 
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