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Coloration: Mackerel
Likes: Foucault likes avocados, potato chips, French onion dip, licking other kitties behinds and fresh caught squirrel.
Pet-Peeves: Other cats getting attention. If he won't come when called, just call someone else!
Favorite Toy: Plato, his foster sister.
Favorite Nap Spot: At the top of the stairs, or the middle of the bed, preferably atop Plato.
Favorite Food: Whatever people are eating.
Skills: Foucault can jump over 8ft, kill a full grown squirrel in one blow, climb up and down a 40ft tree and all with one eye!
Dwells:
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: Foucault was part of an abandoned litter of kittens found starving to death shortly after we had adopted a queen (Molly MacMorgan)and her litter of three (including Plato MacMorgan.) After feeding them by hand, we were happy to walk in and discover the Molly feeding everyone.
Foucault immediately asserted himself with the new Mom, who divided his litter of five (one who did not survive) into the four "not Molly's" kittens, who she growled at even as she fed and cleaned, and the four "Molly's Kittens" who included her three and Monsieur Foucault.
Bio: As so often happens with abandoned litters, things were not all well with the babies. Ms. Molly and her kittens were suffering from malnutrition and a number of infections. The infections would strike Foucault and his favorite chew toy, Plato, the hardest, and in November of 2003, the young Foucault lost one of his pretty green eyes. (Plato would keep both eyes, but have limited vision and snuffly sinuses.)
Determined to not let that stop him, Foucault roams the word as a one-eyed spokesman for cat kind, reminding people that just because he's missing an eye does not mean he's missing personality.
Lives Remaining: 2 of 9
Forums Motto: The Dominator
The Groups I'm In: One Eyed Kittys, ONE EYED WONDER PETS!, We're One-derful!
Genetic Weirdness: No one has ever seen Foucault's parents, so what, exactly, they are is a mystery.
However, Foucault expresses a number of genes, including cinnamon and inhibited, that are fairly abnormal in the domestic shorthair genome, and expresses a climbing ability and weird voice that has led two vets and one biologist to conclude he is not really a felis cattus (felis silvestris domesticus) but is, in fact, a felis silvestris domesticus X silvestris silvestris.
Like most silvestris silvestis hybrids, he is incredibly territorial, chasing birds, squirrels, cats and small animals out of "his" yard, and prefers to be up high (or as we say in our house," a pie.")
Unlike most silvestris silvestris hybrids, he is incredibly affectionate, introducing himself to small children and cat fearing adults and completely putting up with stepped on tails, squished paws, pulled fur and baby drool.
Broken Legs: When placed in a cat harness, Foucault loses the ability to walk and can no longer move.
Butt Brain: Foucault tries to convince people he has a brain in his caudal vertebrae, and when excited it does its own thing, also stopping him from walking.
Chase: To get chased by Foucault, run from him, but be aware he will forget why he's running and pass you when you stop.
Mommie-Mommie, and Other-Mommie, and Tall-Kid, while not being Vegans, do get nummy wraps and soups from Mom and Pops ( http://www.buffalorising.com/story/mom_pops_natural_foods ), which I've never been too, but boy do the baggubags smell good when they get home!
So, Mommie-Mommie is eating a wrap with Hummus and Black Beans and I ask her if it is Steak.
She says no.
I ask her if it is avocados.
She says no.
I ask her if it is Tanka bar or Buffalo or Buffalo Wings (which taste like Chicken.)
She says no, no, no.
Finally, after I beg and plead and cry, she lets we have some wrap.
omC! It's as good as Steak and buffalo wings and even all-mans and things from the four-man grill!!!!
OMC! It's like tacos! And it's like dip! and it's the bestest ever!
And remember- no kittehs ever died from suffocating in a fabric, reusable shopping bag!
OMC! There is a food like beef jerky only crunchy!
Mommy-Mommy was eating food out of a can and I said I wanted some. She held it out to me and said it was stoked all mans!
I thought it smelt like beef jurkey!
When I Oh-haied her enough she finally gave me a stoked all man!
OH MY CEILING CAT! They are so good. They crunch like mouse bones!
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