Tommy


Breed Unknown
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Home:Seattle, WA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Usually, it's "the Commish", Baloney Bones, X-Mouth, Pee Dog, Fur Pants/Panks, Anomeel, Little Bear, Mr. Horrible, Crybaby Jones, Circus Punk, Johnny Rotten, Bathroom Police, The Beask from Small Island. Recently, Bedbugs P. Gilderhootchie.

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-pound cat-cat rescue

Likes:
Jerry Garcia Mouse, Muppet toy, tearing newspaper (!), and lately he runs to the window to watch the fire engines roar by. It's a boy thing.

Pet-Peeves:
The word "No", getting "time out" for biting, Havarti Cheese (don't ask), claw trimming time.

Favorite Toy:
Jerry Garcia Mouse- a tie-dye pattern cloth mouse he's loved into shreds. Currently MIA. Update: JGM2- the sequel to the toy. He hisses at it, throws it high into the air, and he growls like a little wildcat when carrying it from room to room.

Favorite Nap Spot:
On the pillows on the bed, the big green couch, on my arm while I nap, on the coffee table.

Favorite Food:
Kibble and sometimes the small, soft treats. Not often. He's a kibbler through and through. Housplants now, too.

Skills:
Types 90 words a minute. He used to be a dealer in Atlantic City. Other than those two things, he's average.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I wanted a cat for a long time and I never knew what was keeping me from getting one. Thomas was waiting for me, I guess. It amazed me how quickly I fell for the little bum. He and I share the same first name, but that was his name when we met, so I couldn't see the point in changing it. People seem to like the two of us having the same name, too. As long as I can explain I didn't name him Tommy after myself. 'Cause, that'd be crazy.

Bio:
Tommy loves to sleep up close- his cheek pressed to mine, as if we were dancing the Tango and passed out. He's smart, but not so smart that I have to worry about my checkbook or anything. Every day he does something hilarious, and really, that's about all I'm looking for in my animal friends. You only live once, but without a cat (or dog)- what's the point? Get a pound pet as soon as possible.

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

Forums Motto:
Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentia

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 26th 2004 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
66360


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Sleepingish

February 11th 2008 8:02 pm
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I am so sleepy lately that I slept through dinner and had to steal oatmeal again so I would not DIE from STARVATING!

Whoo! I am sleepy again.

 

Good Times Are Back!

October 29th 2007 5:27 am
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I knew that I had more toys in the house, but I couldn't find them no matter how hard I looked. Two days ago I was walking through the living room and THERE THEY WERE! ALL OF THEM! I was purring and dragging toys all over the hosue when the FG got home! I put a bunch of them in the bed and was napping when he showed up. He wasn't mad. He was laughing, but it took forever to pick up all of the toys. FG turned the heat on and we had a big nap time. I love autumns.

 

Yes I would like some Christmas, please!

December 23rd 2006 3:23 pm
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I am being not good on purpose this week. It's called reverse psychology. The more bad I am, the more smooches I get for it. The more terrible I am, it seems the more treats and wrestles I get. The more I am bitey, the more I get to watch TV shows I like when the Food Guy is not at home. Plus: fires in the fireplace, which are good for Beasks like me. I like watching them. Food Guy says it's good that I don't know how to make a match go, or I'd be one dangerous firebug. I know not to be THAT bad for reverse Christmas psychology to work. That's too much even for me.

I want kibs for Christmas. I don't need toys, 'cause I got a million of them. When I am done with my toys, there is always Food Guy's shoes, or the broom, or the bathrooms rug. It's fun to take things off of his desk and walk on them with my big ol' feets! Ha ha ha! Oh, man. I'm laughing thinking about it.

So, kibs for Christmas, and maybe a new plant to eat. That is all. I don't have to be good for them neither! Reverse Christmas psychologies!

 
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