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Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Wes, Wessside, Buddy Guy, Visa (he's everywhere I want to be)

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-pound cat-cat rescue

April 14th 2007

Orange & White Tabby

Feather wands, being with people and kitties, and, uh, feather wands!

Being on the wrong side of a closed door. Mrowwwwwwwww!

Favorite Toy:
Feather wand! Feather wand! Feather wand! Foam balls are okay, too.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Nap? What's a nap?

Favorite Food:
Fancy Feast Salmon, which drives my human crazy.

He can contort his body nearly into a circle -- belly side out! He also catches balls with his front paws and sets them down in front of him. He's also a virtuoso meower.


Mrowwww! I was found in Brooklyn with my mom and littermates when I was just nine days old! After spending some time as a guest of the city, some nice people in a rescue organization took me in. It took a long time for my human to find me, but check this out: she adopted me one day before my first birthday! How cool is that???

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
The best side -- mroooow!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Wet food Fancy feast

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I've Been On Catster Since:
April 16th 2008 More than 8 years!

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Westside's story...


September 14th 2008 11:03 am
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Well, I have not seen Hattie for several days now. The human will not let me into the bedroom, and Hattie hasn't come out. It's not that bad when the human's in the room with me, but I get really lonely when she goes into the bedroom to stay with Hattie for a bit.

I still don't get why we can't hang out all together. The last few times I was in the bedroom, Hattie kept moving under other pieces of furniture whenever I came near her. When I went under the bed with her, she went under the nightstand. When I went under the nightstand with her, she ran under the chest of drawers. And when I snuck under there with her, she grumbled at me and leaned away. I really don't get it.

So now the human is saying that maybe we need to be reintroduced. I'm not sure what that means, except I haven't seen Hattie in a while. I can still smell her, and I know she's been getting room service for meals. So I guess I have to wait to see her again.

Maybe next time I should bring flowers. Do girl kitties like flowers? Or maybe I can find a nice dead mouse for her. I wonder if she'd like a bug? Hmm...


I love summer!

August 19th 2008 5:46 pm
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Because there are BUGS!!!!

There's gotta be a hole in the screen window or something, because a tiny little moth keeps getting in. I've gotta get it!!!!


New photos and trying to make friends

July 13th 2008 7:52 am
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One of the really neat things about having been rescued as a very small kitten is that there are lots of baby pictures of me. I was about a week old when my mom, littermates and I were found, and then my foster mom took me in just a few days later. She just sent a bunch of photos to my human, which we've posted. Believe it or not, I used to live in a room that had Catster-green walls! How about that?

Well, the human has been leaving the door to Hattie's room open for the past two days, and I've been going in to visit. Hattie's still hissing and growling but she hasn't yelled at me or run after me at all. I don't know what's up with that. Why won't she play? It's starting to make me really upset.

I think she got sick this morning, because the human wouldn't let me into the room first thing, even though she was walking in and out with a spray bottle and towels. I wish she would let me closer so I could purr and make her better, but she still won't.

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