Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 18 lbs.
|Home:Lexington, KY ||[I have a diary!] |
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Squeaker and "Little" Buddy
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March 14th 2003
His human parents
Doesn't like the tip of his tail touched.
A five foot rope knotted at one end, toy mouse.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Kitchen bar chair and his Dad's lap.
Cantaloupe, pears, and peanut butter
He talks to people and listens when they talk to him. Can climb 28 foot extension ladders like a pro!
Previous cat passed on from old age and I got Squeaks from the local animal shelter as a very young and sick kitten. Having raised 4 children and never being without a dog or cat during my entire life I felt quite capable of nursing this little guy back to health. I have literally raised him as a dog in every way and I spend a tremendous amount of time with him. He has responded in kind - I tell people he is a "feline hound" as he is VERY leash friendly and sits on command among other talants (which folks don't believe even when they see it). I can not begin to explain the tremendous interaction this little guy has with people - he must truly THINK HE IS A DOG.
Squeaks is great to travel with and loves going for rides. His favorite places are Starbucks (where he can sit outside on the chair and watch people) and PetsMart (where he loves to ride in the shopping cart - in the kids seat, of course, not in the basket). Squeaks has more personality than many dogs I have known - and what a GREAT little friend he has become. He is somewhat of a local hero as many of the "doggie" stores in the area have accepted him as an "honorary client". He has quite a wardrobe - check out his Cubs jacket, and he DOES enjoy watching the games on TV. Surprizingly enough, the player that happened to be caught on screen in the photo is Squeak's favorite Cub - Cory Patterson. We recently moved to Lexington, Ky and Squeaks actually got his own Kentucky Driver's License - a very pet friendly state!
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Keep Purring to ALWAYS get your way!
The Groups I'm In:
Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Cat Warriors For The World!, Wild Whiskers
I've Been On Catster Since:
|August 17th 2004
||More than 10 years!
I Was In The:
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
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September 15th 2006 7:19 pm
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I haven't been able to write for awhile. My Dad lost/forgot the necessary info to get back into Catster but the nice folks at Catster helped him, so now I can give you the scoop on what's new.
We have moved to Lexington, Kentucky and you know what that means - LOTS of HORSES. Don't get me wrong, horses ok, but come on, they run away at the mere sight of a mouse! Guess that's why all of the Horse Farms we have visited have so many cats living there. Chasing the barn mice is fun for awhile, but I like to relax at night on the LazyBoy, if you know what I mean.
My Dad wants to be a jockey - yeah, and I'm gonna drive in the Indy 500!
I recently got a pet stroller and I LOVE IT! We go for long walks at night and it is soooo comfortable. Even if it rains, I just get in the back, which is covered and protected but I can still see everything that goes on. I still go for walks on my leash, but the stroller is much less stressfull, especially when those nasty canines come by - I just ignore them because I know they can't get to me - gee, what's with these dogs, you'd think they've never seen a handsome and intelligent cat like me before.
My folks still buy me those silly outfits. Don't seem to find them in "cat sizes" so they get the small canine size. They kind of fit, but as you know, cat shapes are a bit different than ours. (My Dad has a joke, "You know why cats are shaped like footballs don't you .....?)" NOT FUNNY ! Sometimes when people are so amazed when they meet me - "a Real Live Feline Hound from Australia", at least that's what Dad tells them, they ask how come I am so different from other cats. Dad says, "Well, it is really part of my job. I use Squeaks in my act, I am a professional cat juggler!" Yeah, it really embarrasses me.
This year for Halloween I'm planning to be Dracula - who ever that is. My costume is really fancy. Watch for my trick or treat photo next month. They also got me a "pumkin collar" to wear when I'm giving out the candy. I much rather get candy than give it, don't you?
Got to run now, time for my bedtime treats ..... bye bye
March 14th 2006 8:34 pm
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Boy, 3 years sure came quick. It seems like only yesterday my folks brought me home from the shelter. Oh well, they probably will not have any more social security for cats when I turn 14!
Today was fun. We went roaming around today running errands. We went to Home Depot where my Dad got some plexiglass for our deck (to protect me, like I really will jump from 18 feet up) and we went to PetsMart - I was close to being out of my dry food. I nibble on dry food all day long but at dinnertime - never later than 6pm, I always have my "dinner" of wet food. That started when I was just a small kitten as I was quite sick and I make sure Mom and Dad stick to the schedule even though I am as healthy as a horse now. I saw Dad sneak another toy mouse into the cart for me but I never-the-less pretended to be surprised when we got home. Then we went to grocery store - I don't like that because I must wait in the car as there are NO ANIMALS ALLOWED. Dad tried the old "But he's a service cat" - the store manager wasn't buying it this time either.
When we got home we played in the yard for a while and then we went in to celebrate my birthday. Did you see the photo of me with my cake? I told them I like PLAIN chocolate, not German chocolate - oh well, I acted like I liked it anyway because that's what good cats do.
All in all it was a great day. It's good to be a cat.......
December 3rd 2005 6:26 pm
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While it is true that I AM a cat, I like to live life to it's fullest so I do try to act like a dog.
I love walks with my leash, particularly the looks on people's faces as my Dad and I walk around town. (When we cross the street he carries me bacause I am afraid of trucks - Hey, I am a cat after all).
I love playing fetch - with a rubber ball, my toy mouse, a piece of rope, or even a stick.
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