Crunchy Munchies


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Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-part feral-cat rescue

Birthday:
January 1st 2002

Coloration:
Black and White

Likes:
Poddling his new sheepskin rug and getting his Dad up in the early hours! Now enjoys early morning snuggles with his Mum and Dad in bed.

Pet-Peeves:
Not getting his own way. Dad cranking up his amplifier to play guitar too loud. Not getting free access into the attic rooms.

Favorite Toy:
A wiggly black Jo Malone ribbon to chase around the house - Dad at one end, Crunchy Munchies at the other. Lately discovered the joy of catnip...

Favorite Nap Spot:
Watching the wildlife in the garden from his own bed in the bedroom, back of the settee [on Dad's fleece], in his radiator hammock, snuggled up in bed with Mum and Dad

Favorite Food:
Sheba Tuna & Prawn [pink tin], Whiskas Lamb or Beef, fresh cooked chicken or turkey [but only if hand fed]

Skills:
He knows exactly where your full bladder is when he jumps on the bed in the early hours seeking fuss or fud!

Dwells:
indoors and outdoors

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

The Groups I'm In:
♥All Fur Fun♥

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Very Sir Lord Crunchy Munchies the Lackadaisical of Throcking in the Hole
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I've Been On Catster Since:
January 24th 2008 More than 6 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
706089


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Crunchy Munchies' Secret Diary


Spring Lamb Adventures

February 17th 2008 7:44 am
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Phew - snow never actually arrived - which is a good thing, because now the field behind my house is full of huge, scary woolly things which cough and make the strangest sounds in the night. Mummy and Daddy tell me these strange creatures are called 'sheep'.

What is exciting and fascinating and terrifying all at the same time are the baby sheep creatures [I now know they are called 'lambs']. Some of these skinny little things have legs that are too long for them, their skin is too big for them and some of them are even wandering around dressed in their own designer plastic bags!

Every night when my Mummy and Daddy come home, they take me round to the side of the house and together we count the new lambs and see how the little cold ones in their plastic bags are getting along. I like to sneak through the hedge and have a sniff when I can - I'm plucking up courage to go and have a poddle on one of the Mummy sheep when she's not looking, or even snuggle up with the baby lambs in the frost.

Often I sit at the upstairs window and watch the lambs running around and leaping in the sun [Mummy has explained this is called 'gambolling', but I know that this is untrue - as gambolling is what Daddy does with his friends when they play cards and drink lots of beer and sometimes gives away Whiskas funds.....].

 

1st February - Waiting for Snow!

February 1st 2008 4:50 am
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Last night, my Daddy had told me that snow would be arriving in the night. I was so excited, I woke Daddy up at 3.30 am by running round the house, scratching doors, and finally jumping on his full bladder.

Daddy called me some unusual nicknames after that, and Mummy shouted at me, though she did get up to give me an early breakfast [to shut me up].

Daddy looked out of the window and was disappointed that there wasn't any snow, so I have tucked myself up for the day and am snoozing waiting for my Mummy and Daddy to come home from work. Then we can have lots of snuggles and playtime, but only after they have fed me various exciting choices from 'my' cupboard. I tell them loudly when I want more dinner, and have learnt that if I turn my nose up at one type of food, then my Mummy gives in and opens a different tin until I'm happy. This is lots of fun, like playing russian roulette with tins of Sheba. Daddy's not qute so much fun - he just shuffles the unfavoured food around and expects me to believe it's fresh - humph!

I think if the snow does arrive later today, I'll just lie on my radiator hammock and maybe watch it from the window - now that I'm [ahem] 'cuddlier' than I used to be, I think my tummy hangs a bit lower to the ground and would get a bit cold if I ventured outside too much in the snow.

That's it for now - I've got a paw or two to clean.

Crunchy Munchies xxx

 
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