Nicknames: Pat, Paddy, Mr. Greased Lightening, the Patster, Patrizio, Padraig Eamonn
Birthday: May 24th 2007
Coloration: Chocolate-Lynx Point
Likes: To be hugged.
Pet-Peeves: When my sister beats me up!
Favorite Toy: His catnip fishy, his snaky wand, his ball-in-a-circle, his laser pointer, his kitty cube
Favorite Nap Spot: He sleeps with Seana ON her fish bed. During the day, he naps in the living room on a chair.
Favorite Food: Friskies canned food and Pro Plan dry
Skills: He walks on a leash, comes when called (mostly) and knows a lot of words. He sings too and has recently discovered his "musical" talents...he bats at the wind chime (inside the house) and makes music!
Arrival Story: When my Oriental Shorthair Magic and my DSH Frank passed away within 3 weeks of each other, I was looking for a cat to be a companion to my Siamese Seana. I got Patrick from a breeder who had kittens. He is the son of Montezuma and Olivia and Azaria is his aunt.
Bio: PLEASE NOTE: My darling Patrick passed away on June 7th, 2013. I had brought Seana to work with me and I couldn't find him; he normally runs up to the carrier, terribly glad to see her. I couldn't find him for the longest time; finally Seana found him under the bed. He had apparently died of a heart attack while we were at work. He was fine in the morning when we left. I know I don't come here much anymore, but I was having trouble signing in for the longest time. I know many of you loved my baby boy and Seana and I are missing him terribly.
Patrick is a very smart and funny cat. Of course, smart + funny = naughty. And he is certainly naughty! He has broken numerous things, hung on the curtain rod, pulled down the curtains, kidnapped my fuzzy winter hat and scarf to play with, and of course his favorite past time is ripping and shredding toilet paper! He got a cute kitty cube for Christmas from his Secret Santa and he rolls it around the floor while still IN IT! He never ceases to amaze me with the bizarre and funny things he does!
1. What color is your collar?
Red - I only wear one when I go out to Mom's work or to the vet.
2. What kind of food do you eat?
Hill's I/D canned and dry - Seana needs this food for her stomach and the vet said it's a good nourishing food so I can have it too...it tastes good!
3. What are your favorite treats?
Seana and I never get treats unless it is catnip. She throws up on everything else.
4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other?
Pixie Dust is my girlfriend, but I haven't heard from her for a long while...sniff!
5. Do you get table scraps?
No treats or scraps for us.
6. What is your favorite toy?
The laser light, the snakey thing, trash and Seana (heehee!)
7. When is your birthday?
May 24, 2007
8. How many times a day do you eat?
Mom leaves dry stuff out for us all day. She gives us canned every few days ususlly in the evening,
9. Do you have a favorite color?
Of course. It's Siamese chocolate lynx-point!
10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary?
Sure, but if they're too busy I understand.
Heeheehee! I entered this poem in the New Years' Contest in the Pet Poetry Group (thank you Sophie for choosing my poem!) and won a prize for it! It was supposed to be about New Years Resolutions, but I guess my real resolution is to keep on being me and having fun! If anyone else wants to call it naughty, well, you can if you want to...I just call it fun! And I guess you can say I was rewarded for being naughty! Heeheehee!
Here is my poem:
Patrick's New Year's Resolutions
I have to start to be good
This year, two thousand nine
So I’ll ring in the new year
On my Mommy’s nice wind chime.
I won’t eat Mommy’s pretty scarf
I won’t hijack her hat
I won’t hang on the curtains
I’ll be a real good cat!
When I play with my sister
I won’t bite her on the tail;
(Except for the catnip mice)
I won’t steal her toys away.
When at night, when Mom’s asleep
I won’t run on her face
Like the Orient Express train
That’s late to get someplace.
One thing is hard to give up
That’s the toilet paper one
Oh to get my nails in
And rip those rolls of fun!
Mr. Whipple would not like me
Although Charmin I don’t squeeze
I tear and bite those squeezy rolls
And rip through them with ease!
And when I do my naughty stuff
The good, I sometimes lack
I’ll hide behind a kitty smile
And roll over on my back.