Skills: Telecatneisis, Mind Control, Comedian, Walked on a leash, Came to a whistle, Rode shotgun (in a chevy pick-up), "Dog trainer", Expert hunter (never failed to provide a nice gecko for the cook pot), thumb wrestling
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: He was the most incredible cat that I have ever known. I found him late one night as I was coming home from my second job. (I was also in the military at the time) He was sitting on the porch outside of the common corridor of the apartment complex where we lived. This was 1988. He was about 8 months old. One look at that face, those eyes, and those toes (6 toesies on each of his front paws)...and I fell head-over-heels in LOVE. It seemed like he had been waiting there...just for me. He graciously adopted me right away. I discovered that not only was he was willing to walk on a leash, in order to go outside; he also enjoyed riding beside me in my truck. (He looked great in a bandana) Consequently, he went almost everywhere with me. He would ride with me on errands. (The ladies at the bank loved him.) He would walk on his leash at the park, or around the neighborhood, up and down the sidewalks. I would hold my hand out and he would stand on his hind legs, and grab my hand with both paws and pull it down on his head so that I would scratch him between his ears. He loved that! That's how he got his nickname Bear. What's more, he would come to me when I whistled. Now, judging from his unusual behavior, you might be suspecting that U-Cat was part dog. But I assure you; U-Cat was all C-A-T. The truth is, he disliked dogs very much. In fact, he was not afraid of any dog, regardless of its size, and he would chase them if they came into his yard, or heaven forbid, into his cat space (We always joked that he must have been treed as a kitten, hence the vendetta.) Once when we were walking with him, along the beach, he went after a huge Labrador Retriever. This particular dog was not only 10 times bigger than Ah-Oh, but he was not the least bit deterred by the wall-eyed hissy-fit that U-Cat had launched into, the minute he detected "dog". Thank heaven that dog was also on a leash. Instead of running from him, like most dogs would have, this one was straining at the end of his leash, barking, and growling ferociously at my little Buddy, and trying to get a piece of him. And U-Cat...well, he was at the end of his leash, puffed up like a blowfish, tail the size of a lambs wool duster, howling, growling and... oh the language!! (Apprently he was SO angry, he was oblivious to the fact that there may have been small kittens on the beach within earshot) Anyway...he was swiping his paws across the air, trying to get a piece of that dog. That's when we realized: HE THINKS HE'S A COUGAR. If we were going to keep him from being eaten, we would need to watch him very closely in the future.
Bio: Being a militarycat he traveled quite a bit. He has lived in many different states: Maryland, where he found me; California, where he was constantly photographed by tourists as he walked on the beach, on his leash; Arizona, where he put a serious dent in the gecko population and kept one road runner very busy; Kentucky, where he gained Little Bitty as a companion; and North Carolina, where we finally said good-bye. He even lived in Germany for awhile. His very favorite food was sliced smoked turkey from the deli. The crinkly sound of the bag would bring him running toward the kitchen from anywhere in the house. He liked his drinking water to be moving, even if that meant dragging his water dish across the kitchen floor. He liked to play hide and seek and chase. He loved plastic balls with jingle bells in them. He loved to be outside in the sunshine. He loved be petted and cuddled. We lost him the day before Thanksgiving this year, 2007. Now my heart is absolutely broken, and there is an emptiness there that nothing else can ever fill. He was just so perfectly wonderful, so intelligent. He was beautiful, simply elegant. He made me laugh. He could always cheer me up. He was my best friend. I was so lucky to know him. He was pure joy wrapped in a fur coat, and I miss him more that I can say. I will never forget my precious little U.
My furry good furrend Manytoes has tagged me to play. Manytoes is a furry cool kitty with extra toes just like me.
HERE ARE THE RULES OF THE GAME: Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to post in their Diary (1) The Rules of the Game, and (2) Seven Pawsome Facts About Themselves. (Just copy and paste these if you like) (3) Then choose 7 cats to tag and list their names in your diary. Don’t forget to purr them a pawmail informing them that they have been tagged and notifying them to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing that they've been tagged. So, without furrrther ado...
SEVEN PAWSOME FACTS ABOUT ME; U-CAT
7. When I was little I had a tendancy to bow up at the slighest thing: noises, sudden movements, my reflection etc. My purrents noticed this and they decided that I looked like a furry U (upside down of course). So they starting actually exclaiming "U-Cat!" everytime I did my bow thing. I did it so often, the name stuck.
6. Lot's of people thought that I had a very human looking face, especially my eyes. Several people commented on it when they met me. My meowmy thought so too.
5. I could make sounds that resembled my meowmy's name, Lorie. I made that two-sylable sound often. I could also, not as easily, or as often, make sounds that sounded like "I love you".
4. I loved my little furkin Zweibel from the minute I saw her. We were great furrends. When she died, I grieved for her. I stopped eating. I stopped playing. I cried. My eyes changed and I looked very sad. I never really got over losing her.
3. I could go anywhere with my purrents because I could walk on a leash, and I could tell them when I needed to stop..you know ..nature calling.
2. I got loose in the Painted Desert. I didn't mean to scare my meowmy, I was just overcome by the vast open space. I slipped out of my collar and...for about 10 minutes...we played "hop-cat" . I would let them get about a foot from me and then...hop...hop...hop! It was jolly good fun while it lasted.
1. Monarch butterflies are protected in Pacific Grove. You can be fined if you intentionally kill one. While my purrents were standing on a sidewalk in Pacific Grove, talking to a police officer, of all people, in regards to this very city ordinance of all things, guess who strolled up with a Monarch Butterfly in his mouth? (I guess I'm just a 'wing' man!)