Leave a treat for Riley Nicknames: Flufftie, Shmoosh, Fuzzy, Tootie, Boo Boo. 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:
-pound cat
-cat rescue
Birthday: February 14th 2002 Coloration: Gray and White Likes: Snuggling, dinner time and kissing EVERYTHING. Pet-Peeves: Jade the bull-terrier being...a dog Favorite Toy: My new buzzing hamster Favorite Nap Spot: Sprawled out on mum's side of the bed or by her feet. Favorite Food: Turkey anything Skills: Most tricks I ask for, choosing what he'd like for dinner and catwalking! Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: I met him at the Cat Haven, where he was 'Kisses'. I was told he had not been homed for many months. He even had a special poster to convince people why he was a good candidate. He was this huge lion puff and I just knew we would be together. I hesitated but my partner urged me to take him then and there. It took a couple of months for us to bond as he's so shy, but he calls me mum now and I know he loves me just as much as I do him. Bio: I hate getting dirty. I have a money bag for a dangle toy. You can maybe get my attention by flicking your fingernails. The 'girl' next door broke my heart. The grooming lady cut off my whiskers in half on my left side and didn't tell my mum. I fluff and puff myself up to get what I want. My fight move is sitting on my back legs and boxing Jade the dog. Scratch me underneath my chin and I'll be your friend...maybe he he. Lives Remaining: 9 of 9 Forums Motto: "I'm too sexy for my fur..." The Groups I'm In: !!!Calling all Cats!!!, Purr Pals The Last Forum I Posted In: Close UFO/Bird Encounters... Cat Burglar: Snoozing one night, I woke to hear Riley growling alot deeper than I've heard before. I was petrified there was someone in my room but I turned the light on to find a little cat who had fallen asleep under our bed! She must have just woken up and startled my 'bodyguard'. We have no idea how she got inside, past Jadey-moo the bull-terrier and then past Riley asleep on top of the bed?! She let me escort her outside to look for her parents, while Riley regained his composure, not wanting to look like a girl scared him...
My mum gave me a haircut. Well...more like two really. She dazzled me with my new brush I got for Christmas. It caressed my fur like a masseur with 100 soft fingers. It was lovely til it was exchanged with a buzzing sibling (she swicthed them so quick the deviate). I was getting used to it but then I saw the tufts of my precious mane fly off me onto the floor. I was being shaven!!!
Well...I did maintain most of my lovely fluff. She said she only got rid of the matted bits and then a little more to even it out. I caught sight of my reflection in the window one night. I don't look half bad actually. I do have somewhat of a blad patch just above my tail on my back but a quick comb/lick-over hides it well. I'm still super fluffy in all the right places! Hurrah!
...it was until she got bored and decided to 'trim' some more off. She claimed that it looked like my fur had grown overnight and that it must be clipped at once. I protested loudly so she held me down for some of it, saying it was for my own good (I know, shock, horror). Cranky was an understatement.
I look like I'm permanently 'scared'. I have fur going this way and that way. I have so many layers it's hard to tell where to pat me. I guess it's a little easier to look after but I don't feel as royal and handsome as I did.
I'm enjoying this festive season. My mum put up our Christmas treet last week. She's missing a silver bauble, but she hasn't figured it out yet. I watched her flit around it like an overzealous hairdresser. It's well overloaded. It leans slightly to the left. It's got 'Ride Me' written all over it. Dingle balls, candy canes, fluffy stars, small gift boxes...all that sway when the balcony door is open. They're mesmerizing.
All I did was touch one of the silver baubles. How was I to know it was attached firmly...it merely...got caught in my claw...along with the fluffy stars. I tried to untangle myself...I wasn't riding it. I was simply getting a stable hold with the other paw, you know...to help me get off it. Fine. Don't believe me then.
My mum came home with a SUPER bag of cat toys today. As if I was already tired with the other 40 odd toys she bought me last week. I tried to contain my excitement. Noting blatant sarcasm.
Okay...so I now have a total of 6 balls, 2 buzzing rodent-like objects, 3 bags of catnip that I apparently must bat around, a stick with a feathered fish on the end that is unusually attached to the fridge, a squeaky mouse and a few rather large stuffed toys, even more purposeless than all of the toys previously stated.
I will perfom my obligatory bat and sniff of all items stated upon their presentation to me. I may also appear to enjoy the above items at any inappropriate time, mainly after midnight. Please do not try to deter me from doing so as I might possibly run a few loud laps of the house with a jingle ball in my mouth.
Thankyou mum for providing me with endless hours of entertainment and educational value...
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