Oh My Fur & Whiskers! I've Been Tagged!

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!)

HERE ARE THE KITTIES THAT I CHOOSE TO TAG:

1. Lady~Catster 264021
2. Twitley~Catster 454022
3. Mooberry Boo~552174
4. Butters Malcalyps 3~Catster 560046
5. Seven~ Catster 580554
6. Sammie~Catster 707128
7. Ollie ~Catster 84765

This Little Cat

This little cat was waiting for me on a stoop, one very cold night, to come home from work and find him, sitting quietly, grooming his gleaming white paws

This little cat had six toes on each paw, an adorable little pink nose, big beautiful gold eyes and a very crooked tail.

This little cat loved turkey, even more than steak, or shrimp, or fish, or mice

This little cat was a social butterfly, friendly to everyone that he met. However…

This little cat did not care for dogs, and he would chase them without much regard to their size… or his.

This little cat was regal. He wasn’t vain, not at all. He simply knew that he was beautiful and he carried himself fittingly.

This little cat was part cowboy. He loved to ride next to me in my pick-up truck. He looked great in a bandana.

This little cat liked for his drinking water to be moving, even if it meant dragging his bowl across the floor with his paw.

This little cat thought that the stairs were a racetrack and that the last one down them was a rotten egg.

This little cat felt sadness and loss. He had a German friend, named Zweibel that we adopted as a kitten, so that he would have a playmate. When she accidentally died, he grieved for weeks.

This little cat, single pawedly put a serious dent in the gecko population of Sierra Vista, Arizona.

This little cat walked on a leash. When I couldn’t find him, all I had to do was whistle, and he would always come running to me.

This little cat moved more than once to protect me when he thought that I was in danger.

This little cat made me laugh. He kept me warm. His gentle purring comforted me. His mere presence delighted me. His affection sustained me. He was my best friend.

This little cat was a very special gift from God, meant just for me; I knew it the minute I saw him. I loved him instantly and I always will.

This little cat was cherished, and now that he’s gone, there is
emptiness in my heart that nothing else can ever fill.

U-Cat Feb. 1st 1988 - Nov. 21st 2007