 Photo Comments Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 17 lbs.
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Leave a treat for Yuki
Nicknames:
Kitty Loaf, Bubble, Pookie, Pukey, Stinker, Boogie, various expletive-derived nicknames.
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Coloration:
Black
Likes:
Tormenting tay-mommy and lying in the sun.
Pet-Peeves:
Being ignored, the other cat in the house, being out of food, the irritating way the sun moves out of reach.
Favorite Toy:
Crumpled-up paper balls, stray sheets of paper lying about, the golden string, and oddly enough, Q-tips.
Favorite Nap Spot:
The back of the sofa, or by the sliding glass door when the sun is out.
Favorite Food:
Raw salmon or tuna.
Skills:
Intimidation. Making himself look impossibly small and cute. Stretching himself out three feet long. Tail-jutsu.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
I picked him up at the Humane Society and it was love at first sight. Of course, in time, he revealed his true nature as the Left Hand of Evil.
Bio:
Yuki (pronounced YOU-key) is a bad-tempered, irritable black domestic shorthair who nonetheless loves tay-mommy completely (or so tay-mommy thinks). He will only show tay-mommy love when there are no witnesses. Frequently his expressions of love result in scarring. He hogs my orthopedic pillow and I wake up with a sore neck or back. When I spend too much time on the computer, he tries to crowd it out, simultaneously seeing it as a natural rival but liking the heat it generates. He gets possessive over the power supply. Yuki goads me to play with him in the mornings and gets mad if I don't. He fetches paper balls and rubber bands for tay-mommy to throw, with a 75% return ratio or worse because he's no dog, thank you. If I stay up too late, he comes to fetch me to bed because he's a creature of habit and expects me to be, too. He's a rat bastard of a cat and I love him to an absurd degree.
I compare him to Bucky Katt, because he's psycho. We're talking totally mental, here. One minute tay-mommy is scritching him behind the ears and he's fine and leaning into it; the next second, his paws are wrapped around the wrist and he's gnawing on the hand trying to unhinge his jaw around it. He has regularly-scheduled freak-outs where he'll run around the house, blerting like a tribble. He'll roll on his back and expose his belly and look up at you all soft and sleepy-blinking, just DARING you. He does the wrap-and-kick. On one of the rare occasions tay-mommy picked him up like a baby, he kicked her in the jaw and left ridged white scars that persist to this day.
Lives Remaining:
9 of 9
I've Been On Catster Since:
| October 6th 2004 |
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
77892
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