Nicknames: Mr. Greystoke, Legend of Tarzan, Perfect Gentleman Kitty with a Coat and Tie, Esq., I, McGillikitty.
Birthday: December 15th 2001
Coloration: Blue Bicolor
Likes: Being sweet and getting pets! He is a fan of the "high ground" and likes to be in charge.
Pet-Peeves: Vacuum cleaners and being picked up.
Favorite Toy: Mr. Stoke likes the Fat Rat, Starlight Mint wrappers, and hair rubber bands.
Favorite Nap Spot: He likes to nap on the bed, the dining table, and the arm of the love seat.
Favorite Food: Wet food, sweet tea or any drink involving high fructose corn syrup.
Skills: Mr. Stoke drinks sweet tea and people-beverages with his paw. He also video conferences and has won several Sweetness Awards.
Arrival Story: He was selected from a birdcage filled with a litter of kittens.
Bio: Mr. Stoke is a graduate of Gentleman School, and has won numerous Sweetness Awards. He regularaly hold conference calls during the workday (you can tell because he wears his tie). He dips his face in the powder daily, and he is a serious face rubber. Mr Stoke loves the "high ground," and upon entering the room, the words "Look at 'im" are regularly uttered.
Today the Lady of the House took me to the vet. I might as well share with my diary what my recent problems have been: for the past several weeks, the Lady of the House has found, randomly, small inch-long droppings in various places throughout the house. As there are three of us cats, she was not sure of the source. Unfortunately, that source has been found to be me. I have been getting very excited and running throughout the house in a most undignified manner, jumping on furniture running through rooms and in circles, whirring and chirping. And, leaving a trail of droppings in my wake. At first, she did not see many, but they have increased quite a bit. And then, well, I jumped on her dresser and nightstand and the floor next to the bed - and those weren't small or dried-up. The morning after this, she actually witnessed my display of excitement. So, she decided to call the vet to make sure I am OK. Our vet was completely mystified as to what might be causing this odd behaviour. I have always been very docile and well-behaved. And, the vet could only say that I appear to be perfect health, but she agrees that this problem is not normal. Right now, the vet is not sure what is causing my.....problems. I have some rather vile looking liquid medicine I have to take twice a day for two weeks. If that doesn't work, then my vet has recommended that my mum take me to the University's Small Animal Health Clinic for behavioural evaluation and observation. Please cross your claws that this medicine works, and that I don't have to go to the University!
So, I have recently discovered the wonder of these things called "bookcases" that the Lord and Lady of the house have. They are very tall, and they have these wonderful "shelves" on them. They are excellent for a gentleman cat such as myself who likes high ground. I am learning to get to the very top of these fixtures in order to best survey the room. Plus, these things are repositories for books, which smell wonderful. I like to sniff them. I sniffed some of the very best books when I attended Gentleman School. It's nice to have books at home for sniffing. The Lady does not much care, though, for my scratching at the backs of the cases and taking books off the shelf. She seems to think it "naughty." I can't see why! She doesn't even sniff books, she just holds them for a very long time. Well - I must take leave of you, dear readers, and get back to my cases!
So, I must admit that though I was very appalled at the removal of my best and most favourite end table last week, I have grown quite accustomed to this new arrangement. This tree that has been placed in the home is quite cozy to nap under. Even better, it has this lovely red felt "skirt" that I have found makes an excellent bed! Perfect, indeed, for these chilly winter nights. I am still a bit offended that the lady of the house does not trust me to handle the toys that adorn it, but overall it is very nice. Indeed, my dear sister, the Little Miss, is quite fond of the tree also. She and I spent the afternoon there today, napping and just enjoying each others company. She and Reese have been at war again of late, so I groomed her for nearly 20 minutes to help relax her. I can see, now, that there are benefits to having a tree in the home. It is nearly as nice as venturing outside to enjoy them, but I do not understand what the Lord and Lady of the house get out of having it, as they cannot stretch out under it. Alas, I shall not trouble myself much about them; I am pleased at how things have turned out!