Maine Coon/Breed Unknown
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Home:Atlanta, GA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Ro, Rodi, Rodi F'snody, Rod-snake-o, Snodi, Snoderiffic

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Orange & White Tabby

Chewing on The Dog's tail; stealing The Dog's bed; chasing the feather on a stick; sucking on a corner of the blanket while making biscuits with his paws; jumping on and off the bed repeatedly in the mornings while purring like a maniac

Favorite Toy:
Feather on a stick, Japanese mouse (like a weeble-wobble, it wobbles but does not fall down), catnip mice, things that jingle, the tiger tail, anything he can steal

Favorite Nap Spot:
On the cat condo or in the bathroom sink

Favorite Food:
Ice cream, soup, Whiska's treats, turkey

Being cute, purring like an engine, making people fall in love with him, slapping The Dog in the face & chewing on her tail


Arrival Story:
Was surfing Petfinder for no particular reason and saw his picture. I thought he was the cutest kitten in the world, so even though I hadn't known I was in the market for a kitten at the time, I put in an application. They called to say my application was chosen, and I got to go pick him up the next day.

Named after Aleksandr Rodchenko, the Russian graphic designer. Of course.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

The Groups I'm In:
Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, I Knead You

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 10th 2004 More than 12 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
NigelDieselRamses (In
Memory 6/02)
Amber (In
Memory 10/02)
Harley (In
Memory 4/02)

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A Kitten Tale

Oh, Dog, I missed you

August 25th 2005 2:04 pm
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Mom and The Dog went away for over a week! I missed them so much. But now they are back, and I have been chewing on The Dog's tail nonstop so she knows how much I missed her. I also try to get her to play by running up and slapping her in the face. For some reason Mom and Dad yell at me for this. I am just trying to make sure everyone has fun. Someone has to keep the games going, and I don't see anyone else volunteering.


Dogs are cool!

February 25th 2005 10:17 am
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Dogs are the absolute coolest, and I am determined that I will be a dog when I grow up. I've been told it won't be an easy transition, but I am practicing. When The Dog is lying on the loveseat, I jump up there and lie down too. Look at me! I'm a dog! Easy. When she gets up in the morning, I go lie on her dog bed. Again, easy. I also try to ingratiate myself to her so she will let me in The Cool Dog Club. I am friendly and say hi to her. Then she gives me a kiss. OK, so dogs have big tongues and that is kind of gross. But I am willing to make that sacrifice. I also bring her my toys to play with. Unfortunately she just holds them with her paws and pulls out all the stuffing. She also ate all the fur off of Japanese mouse. I guess this could have made me angry, but look at this way: someday I too could have that kind of destructive force. I must learn from her, and that knowledge does come at a price.


A dog?

December 14th 2004 8:36 am
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So Mom brought home a dog, of all things. I am certainly not sure what to make of this. The dog is a girl and is apparently something called a Doberman. All I know is that she is BIG. When I get the chance, I sneak up behind her to give her a sniff. But sometimes she catches me and then she rushes at me and Mom has to stop her. Then I give her the hiss and puff my tail up so she sees how big I can really be. Luckily we have the condos so I can watch her from a safe height. I really fail to see how this development was necessary. I even found one of my fluffy cat toys covered in slobber. That's just gross. However, the dog does not get to sleep on the bed, and I do. She has her own bed in the corner, whereas I can sleep anywhere I want. I like having Mom and Dad sleeping upstairs. When their alarm goes off, I jump on the bed and tell them to get up now. Of course, to them it just sounds like I am purring like a madman, but it is still nice to have a job to do.

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