Age: 8 Years Sex: Male Weight: 13 lbs.
|Home:Mesa, AZ ||[I have a diary!] |
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August 1st 2006
I love running around, acting like a nut, and showing off my belly.
I do not like having my tummy touched, being picked up, and not being answered when I talk to Mommy and Daddy. I used to like my sister Daisy, but I don't like her anymore.
I have no favorite toy - I love everything equally.
Favorite Nap Spot:
I love to nap on the back of my Mommy's leather computer chair. (She says that I owe her a new chair.) I also love to sleep next to my brother Senna.
Dry food. I eat the moist once in a blue moon.
I like to talk. A LOT. I can also say, "Mama." My Mommy and Daddy say that I have the Biggest Nose in the World - therefore, I must have excellent smelling skills. I am also skilled at posing for pictures and for sleeping on my back.
My life began in August 2006 but I don't remember much of anything until October 2006. Someone had dumped me at 2 months of age into a cornfield in New Mexico. I was alone, scared, and very hungry. I missed my Kitty Mama. I survived alone for what seemed like eternity. One day I saw a car coming and realized I needed to make it across the road to where I had been living. I thought I had enough time...but the car came sooo close. I guess I scared the drivers, they stopped the car and got out to try to find me. I wasn't sure I should trust them and say hello, but the man and lady tried so hard to get me to come to them in the dark. I felt sorry for them, with their bad night vision. I was thinking they might get hurt out there! The man scooped me up and took me to their car; he gave me to the lady who was warm and held me close to her chest. I started to purr and lick her neck. She seemed nice, talking to me in the car. We drove a little while until we got to their house. They put me in the bathroom and fixed me up a bed, litter box and some good food. I ate and ate and ate. The lady couldn't believe that I ate so much!!! I used the litter box for the first time too. They were so happy I got it right the first time. The man got a warm, wet towel and cleaned me up. I was pretty dirty from living in the cornfield - I had a lot of prickly things in my fur. It felt nice to be clean. The lady cried when I got cleaned up, saying "We found a brown cat - he looks like Bear." (I didn't want to tell her at this point that Bear had told me that it was Ok to go to these people on the side of the road, saying that I needed to live with them since they were so sad. Bear had been their kitty who went to the Bridge the month before.) The next day they took me to the vet to get a check up and I passed with flying colors (other than that testicle problem). The nice people decided to become my new Mommy and Daddy. Life is good.
I have I white bikini of fur on my belly. Everyone says that I look sexy in my bikini.
I have also evolved from boring brown to basic black. Mommy says my fur is lush, like plush velvet. I thought she would be upset that my color changed, but she says that she would love me no matter what.
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Love is where you find it.
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|October 1st 2007
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November 23rd 2008 1:07 am
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Daddy said that I had to write a diary about my, er, unusual bathroom habits. Maybe some other cat might know why I do this.
Here's my routine:
I go into the litter box (ours has really high sides)...scratch around for a good spot...I turn and squat...getting ready to do my business...and then I put my front paws on the side of the litter box...and stand there while I pee.
Now, Daddy thinks it is the most bizarre thing. Mommy thinks it is hilarious. If Daddy stopped and thought about it for a minute, he would realize that the litter box is directly across the hall from HIS bathroom. Who did I learn this behavior from? That's right, Daddy.
Maybe he should learn to close the door.
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