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Age: 9 Years Sex: Male Weight: 9 lbs.
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Nicknames:
Sam, Boo, Bug, Boo Boo Kitty, Sammy-Spam
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Coloration:
Black
Likes:
Suede Mice (so he can eat their tails)
Pet-Peeves:
Change -- of any kind. He's a bit skittish
Favorite Toy:
Suede Mice
Favorite Nap Spot:
On my lap
Favorite Food:
He eats what he's given without complaint
Skills:
He can climb (ladders, walls, whatever)
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
Sam came to me from a former vet. I called to ask if they had any fluffy grey tabby male kittens, and they did. When I arrived, sure enough, there was this adorable grey tabby--who wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. Sam, however, climbed up my legs instantly. I petted him and cuddled him, but he was not the cat I came for -- I wanted the grey tabby. So I put him down. Grey would not talk to me, but there was Sam, climbing up my legs again--and meowling at me. After the third time, I decided that clearly SAM had chosen me, and I should accept it. I looked at him, and honestly, he was not a cute kitten. But he was sweet and loving, and that trumps cute in my book any day. So I took him home, and he has been a loving and sweet cat to me ever since. He's even grown into quite the handsome boy!
Lives Remaining:
9 of 9
Forums Motto:
Eeek!
The Groups I'm In:
♥Fantastic Furballs♥, ♥ Chatty Cats ♥ , ♥ Democats ♥, Best Friends Animal Society, Black Cat Society of Catster, Cats forever, Cats of Alabama, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, KittyWhiskas For Catsters, Pawsome Pages, Sam's Club
I've Been On Catster Since:
Catster Id:
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 for 349 days
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April 1st 2008 9:22 am
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I'm a very skittish cat, and I dislike any person who falls into the category of "not Mom" (and there are a whole lot of people who fall into that category, I tell you!
But Mom has a boyfriend now, and he's cutting into my weekend cuddle time!! It's not that I'm not allowed to be there, it's just that I will have to come over to another person if I am to get my cuddle.
I'm trying though--kitty steps. Right now, I'm not hiding. I'm watching from a distance. I don't even run anymore if someone moves.
And if there is chicken involved, I'll come closer.
But this new boyfriend...he has this red dot that he can control, and that is so much fun!! So I let him control it while I smacked it. He didn't even try to touch me...just played with the dot and let me chase it.
So, I'm trying. I'd like to have more cuddles on the weekends, but it's so difficult to overcome my fear of the other.
Mom seems to be really proud of the steps I'm taking though--she knows how hard it is for me.
January 7th 2008 2:25 pm
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Gus and I are constantly vying for the position of Top Cat. I am sure Meowmy supports my bid for it, but he does not respect that both Meowmy and I think I should be Top Cat. I'm older--almost 8 years old! I did my time as the 2nd Cat when Clio was here, so I should be Top Cat. Kittens! NO respect!
He's constantly starting fights, but he's also a bit afraid of me. I might be half his size, but I'm wirey. Besides, when Meowmy's sleeping, and Gus decides to get on the bed, all I have to do is walk over to where he is thinking of jumping. He'll change his mind.
December 23rd 2007 8:26 pm
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Meowmie got a big box in the mail from our Aunt Kathy in Chicago. And Aunt Kathy got us new stockings so Santa Claws has some where to put all of our toys. But Aunt Kathy filled our stockings. My toys are all red. I got balls and mices and a fish. My stocking also has a picture of me on it so Santa Claws won't get confused about whose is whose. Meowmie also made something with chicken today, so we got some. Gus tried to take over my bowl, but Meowmie picked him up so he couldn't.
Christmouse is coming, but Meowmie won't be home. She goes to her parents house and leaves me home alone, usually. This year, though, Gus will be staying with me.
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