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Leave a treat for Sabastian
Nicknames: Mr. Majestic (his name means majestic), Spider (he has long back legs and that was second choice for his name), and Saby
Kitty Complexion:
Coloration: Black
Likes: Being with the humans...
Pet-Peeves: You putting him down before he is ready, not picking him up when he wants, and so much other stuff (he loves to complain)
Favorite Toy: bugs, Sabrina, Storm, and anything else that moves
Favorite Nap Spot: In any humans lap, and where ever he sleeps at night but I still don't know where that is? It isn't with any human in the house or the other cats
Favorite Food: wet food/ At first he did not like it, but now he can't get enough.
Skills: Meowing and being under people's feet to make them trip and break their necks so you don't stepp on him...
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: Sabastian is one of Tiger's kittens. The day he was born he was mine. Whenever I visited the house I made sure to give him extra attention. When I first got my mom to come over and visit them, Sabastian made a good impression, by hissing at her. No joke my mom is in love with black cats who have attitude. Yet she still said no, that I couldn't have him. I hardly ever gets mad at her mom but I was silent for three days, besides saying yes or no. Finally my mom decided that if I payed to have him neutered, declawed, and pay for all his frontline needed I could have him. That was my first time crying out of happiness. I don't regret this desicion in anyway. I love him , and he was the best waste of money ever. (MOL, he wasn't a waste of money)
Bio: Sabastian is beautiful in my opinion, but my mom says he looks like a rat. She does love him though. He has hazel colored eyes. He will be neutered and declawed even though I don't want him to be. He is very talkative, and he seems to enjoy looking into your eyes and then trying to touch your eyeball. THAT'S MY WEIRDO!! I love him and he is adorable.
Lives Remaining: 8 of 9
Forums Motto: My name means Majestic in Greek!
The Groups I'm In: !!Warrior Books Cats Clan!!, "WARRIORS": FORESTCLAN, ♪Little Music Box♪, ***Black*Beauty***, ♥All Fur Fun♥, Black Cats Crossing our Paths, ~Shorthair Black Cats Around the World~, AC & DC, Black Cat Society of Catster, Dog/catsters Teenage Moms/dads!, Lucky Black Cats, MoonClan- Warriors Roleplay and Discussion, Purrfect Warrior Cats, Super Secret Society, Tennessee Kitties, We love mixed breed cats!
The Last Forum I Posted In: We need to learn some manners
I'm so upset. Yesterday my girl took me outside. She did that because I had been staring to the outside world through the new glass door we got, and I saw my mother. So I go outside and my mom ran from the girl (for some reason Tiger is scared of her). After a little bit of following and realizing it wasn't going to work the girl sat me down about ten feet away. My mom seemed interested in me, but I was kinda frightened by being on the ground by myself so I ran underneath the car.
After awhile of trying to reach me the girl got a small stick and teased me out from under the car, only to realize my mom had ran off to her house. So the girl picked me up and brought me over to her. Tiger felt safer there so she did not run from the girl, and my girl sat me down next to her. Tiger hissed at me immediatly, she inhaled deeply, gave a light house, and then did an inhale and light hiss again. The girl picked me up and tried to comfort me. She said "Sabastian you smell differently now, maybe thats why?" and "Well Tiger just got spayed, maybe it caused her to forget about her kittens?" I didn't want to here any of that. I can't beleive my mom forgot who I was. I mean I'm not even six monthes old and last time she tried to get me to follow her back home.
On a brighter note, I love my new home. Right now the girl is my favorite and that makes Sabrina mad. She says "Sabastian you brat, the girl is mine and you can't sit in her lap and purr! That's my job!!!" But I normally just ignore her. I have also learned how to jump on the bathroom counters with out using the toilets as a step to get up there.
We also got two new glass doors! All of us cats love them. We have one on the back which we don't get to look out very much but the backyard is boring anyway. BUT the front door is now open all the time to let the sunlight in and tonight I jumped up on it and held on to the knob for about thirty seconds but then I had to let go because my upper body strength is not that high. *deep handsome voice* But it will be. *flexes front legs*
*whiney voice* Girlllll, tell Sabrina to quit laughing at me!
Well, just so that everyone knows, I'm the runt of Tiger's four kittens. I got lucky and got to go live with the typist. I got to come to her house on Monday, May 5, 2008.
The first day was alot of fun, but Sabrina made sure that I knew she didn't want me there. Storm treated me well, he figured that after watching Sabrina grow up nothing could be worse so he greated me kindly, and is my new suragate mother. MOL. If it weren't fopr him amking me feel welcome I don't think I would have enjoyed it near as much.
The next day was kind of scary. I had to spend the whole day with Brittany, Storm, and Sabrina, and make sure I didn't get myself eaten by that evil she-cat. But I lived and had fun with the typist when she got home from school and the boy because all he does all day is sit on the computer so his lap is always available.
On Wendsday, the humans females watched Wife Swap, and I worked my kitten cuteness on the adult female. I curled up on her shoulder (which I did to the adult man too) and purred in her ear. I also threw in a lot of meows (which probably reminded her of Newt) and the girl helped me out with working on my charm. And Sabrina decided that I was fun to play with even though she hates it when the typist picks me up and growls.
Nothing happened on Thursday or Friday or at least nothing that I the typist and I can remember ate 12:00 in the morning. (Memphis, TN time)
On Saturday (today) I learned how to go upstairs, and I learned about the joys about how good wet food is compared to dry food. I ate almost half a can of Friskies. Those two are the most important even though I can't talk about them in great detail.
Well that is all I have to talk about right now, but hopefully I will have more to say soon. Maybe?
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