Age: 16 Years Sex: Male Weight: 13 lbs.
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Shaz, Shaz Man, Maniclaysas, Claysas, Shazzy Claysas, Zim Zam Alacazam, Puff Daddy, Edward Scissorpaws, Carmine Raguso
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Going outside on my harness, being held by my daddy, shoulder scritches, my window box, being flamboyant, singing
My bad heart--I was born with a heart defect and I get out of breath if I try to run and play like other cats
Fun bag, any bling-bling you're wearing (shirt buttons, zippers, earrings, necklaces, rings)
Favorite Nap Spot:
On the back of the living room couch
Crunchies--all kinds--and whatever Fozzie is eating, even if it's the same as what's on my plate.
Instead of meowing, I sing. I just open my mouth and sound comes out. I also do this trick that when you touch my nose with your finger, I stick out my tongue and kiss it. It's called the "Press the Button, Get a Smooch" game. I'm so cute, aren't I?
I was in the cage next to Fozzie Bear's at the shelter. I kept sticking out my paw and gently tapping my future dad on the shoulder to get his attention. It worked!
I have long hair growing between my toes (thus the nickname Edward Scissorpaws), and an adorable heart-shaped nose. I'm a hair stylist (I love to bathe everyone in the house--even my Mom and Dad) but my dream is to be a Broadway star. Hollywood would work, too. Mom and Dad say I'm "fancy"--that's good, right? Oh, and I smell like fresh laundry.
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Plays with Fire
The Groups I'm In:
Black Beauties, Turkish Angoras
I've Been On Catster Since:
|August 12th 2004
||More than 12 years!
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September 29th 2004 9:02 am
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I was peacefully taking a bath on the floor of my mommy's office when BAM!--out of the blue Fozzie attacked me. I was completely taken off guard because I'M usually the one who attacks HIM. This time, he had the advantage. He was on top of me and biting at my neck and my front paws. I tried to grab him and roll over and bite his neck back, but he was just too fast and too strong. Then, as quickly as it began, it ended. He ran away. But I wanted more--I reached out with my front paws to trip his hind legs as he ran, but I missed. So I just laid there, all stretched out, waiting for my mother to get the camera and take the action photo of me--but she took too long and I moved.
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