Nicknames: Clydey, Clydeypuss, Mini-Me, CJ, Gangsterman, Thug, Dyson (eats like a vacuum cleaner)
Birthday: March 15th 2008
Coloration: Gray Tabby
Likes: FOOD! The hand-me-down toys, starting "trouble", watching the birdies through the window
Pet-Peeves: He has a very sunny personality, but he's not keen on the vaccuum cleaner or the hairdryer
Favorite Toy: Furry balls and mice, scrunchy balls, anything made of paper (even if it isn't his) his siblings
Favorite Nap Spot: The bed - he spends hours just lazing around on the bed in a patch of sunshine
Favorite Food: ANYTHING and EVERYTHING
Skills: Paper shredding, especially bills. He can also play "Fetch" better than any dog I've known, and he taught himself. However since Frankie the dog joined the family, Clyde's fetch games have been constantly and rudely interrupted
Arrival Story: Clyde and his sister Bonnie were rescued by our neighbors from the middle of a busy road. They turned them out into their garden thinking that was adequate rescue, and from there they crossed the property into ours. There they were at the garden gate one morning. Who could resist?
Then Bonnie went missing on Saturday June 20, 2008. At the time we believed she was picked up by someone walking by the neighbors garden, who saw her and (like us) couldn't resist taking her home. A few days later, Clyde came indoors to live with us - I was not going to let this other little munchkin come to any harm...
On 9-4-08 out of the blue, Bonnie came bounding up to my husband - She was wearing a pretty collar with a bell but no tag, and it turned out she was living at the students' house across the street. We had searched there a hundred times!
Unfortunately (or not, whichever way you look at it) she got left behind when the students graduated and moved away. She bounced back across the street to our house as if she was on a piece of elastic. She promptly came into heat, just as we suspected she would, and took up residence in the back yard. Despite several attempts to keep her indoors after getting spayed, she made it perfectly clear that she prefered her freedom and the great outdoors. Some time in June 09, she decided she liked "inside" after all, and after a seven-month separation, Bonnie and Clyde are back together again. Their first meeting was quite moving - it was clear Bonnie remembered Clyde but Clyde didn't know Bonnie. Thankfully, Clyde's naturally sunny personality enabled them to start over again and they quickly became fast friends.
Bio: Clydey is a little ray of sunshine, there's not a bad bone in his body! However he IS full of mischief... a typical little tabby boy. He has lived indoors for most of his life and as a result is scared of everything "new", other people, loud footsteps and the vacuum cleaner is his nemesis. His best friend is Katrina and he is always the instigator of "play". Although he rarely wins (Kat is a feral girl after all) he doesn't take it personally.
Although he's a lovable boy, he is not really a snuggle bunny. The most he will give is a short spell kneading on your lap - oh yes, and he DROOLS while doing it! A big eater with little decorum, Clyde is already a heavyweight despite his stocky stature. He's like a tank with fur and I love him to pieces.
I am in a little bit of trouble...
Well, a lot actually.
You see I have been busy on a new project. I've been sneakily working on it for some time, and I am now ready to reveal it... I have been busy shaping and carving a fine table leg! Mum must be proud of my work as she's put a photo of it on my page. Mind you, I overheard her telling someone that it was "a good job it's a piece of old pine and not my TV credenza". I don't know what she's beefing about, my carpentry skills are just a natural extension of my paper-shredding and cardboard box-eating skills. Which she seems to like...
One of these days I might be a famous sculptor!
I'm famous! I'm famous! Either that, or somecat else called Clydey Puss who has hijacked my page is this week's Tabby in the Spotlight! YEEHAW!!! I love being a Tabby with 'Tude! I am furry, furry thankful to the selection committee who mentioned my bill-shredding skills and paper trail habits...
It's true. I will never get lost in the woods like those...er... kids. You can always find me by the paper trail of ripped bills mol.
Hey, maybe I should hold classes for those who don't know this particular art? Surely their pawrents would sign them up without hesitation?? Maybe I could make some pocket treats on the side??
WOOHOO!!! I'm so happee! I'm off to rip something up to celebrate....
OMC! Once again I am furry befuddled. I am a DDP yet again.
Either the Diary Gal's ENTER key is stuck or she's stalking me. I suspect its the latter coz that's what happens when you're a celebrity. Cats stalk and so do hoomans MOL, but they are not as good at it. I bet it was my tough-boy mug shot that she fell for.
So all that remains to ask is, how many times will this diary entry appear? MOL, maybe it is that darn ENTER key after all.