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American Shorthair

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Home:Daly City, CA

Age: 17 Years Sex: Male Weight: 16 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Pete, PeteMan, JellyBelly, FatBoy, MeowMeow, Grandkitty

Kitty Complexion:

Activeness

sleepy		very active

Intelligence

silly		genius

Curiosity

not curious		very curious

Friendliness

timid		affectionate

Vocal

not vocal		very vocal

Sun Sign:

Quick Bio:

-cat rescue

Birthday:
July 7th 1994

Coloration:
Orange Tabby

Likes:
Food, cat treats; sleeping on mom's arm at night/chin rubs, faucet dripping water, sleeping; bedtime treats

Pet-Peeves:
Big loud trucks, vacuum cleaner, baths, Tim (Mom's other son and big tattletale!) who pushed me when I ate mommy's canary (second canary, yummy).

Favorite Toy:
Mice, birds, strings, slapping unsuspecting Weasel (dumb dog! duh!)

Favorite Nap Spot:
Mom's bed on top of her clothes, any newspaper or magazine she happens to be reading, my custom made bed at the window, beside keyboard when mom is online. I like blocking her view and walking on the keyboard until I get comfy.

Favorite Food:
Pounce treats, any cat treats, food, tuna juice, platanos.

Skills:
Walking around the block with Weasel (see photo); sit up for my cat treats, ugh. Being the coolest cat on the block (everyone says "cool cat").

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
My owner took me in when I was 4 weeks old. When she moved to a place which wouldn't allow cats (can you believe it?), she asked her mom if I could live with her (my grandma). Of course, she said yes! Now I have two mommies.

Bio:
One day, when I was young, I sat on the window sill, three stories high, watching roofers work on the house next door, when suddenly they made a loud banging sound. Mom looked at the window, and I was gone. She ran downstairs and out the front door, yelling "Petey" several times. I appeared from behind the garbage cans with fur all poofed out and my safety collar missing. (What a trip!!!) The tree broke my fall and claimed my safety collar, otherwise I'd still be hanging there. I've been lost three times and always got back home. Whew! There's no place like home, there's no place like home.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:

August 14th 2004