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Coloration: Gray Tabby
Likes: Being loved, his new siblings, FOOD! The hand-me-down toys
Pet-Peeves: Doesn't seem to have any - he has a very sunny personality
Favorite Toy: Furry balls and mice, scrunchy balls, his siblings
Favorite Nap Spot: Most recently on the rocking chair - he likes to make it rock!
Favorite Food: ANYTHING and EVERYTHING
Skills: Clyde can play "Fetch" better than any dog I've known - and he taught himself! He fetches, then drops the ball and sits on request. He's a star!
Dwells:
indoors
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. Great pals with Katrina, he will set her aside in favor of Bonnie in a heartbeat when she's indoors. He is bewitched by her...
Although he's a lovable boy, he is not 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.
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: I'm a Little Ray of Sunshine
The Groups I'm In: **Tabbies With 'Tudes** , Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, Let's Help Teal'C and his Tennessee Crew, Pawsome Pages, Pen Paws, Young Furts!
The Last Forum I Posted In: Hazel Lucy Hospitalized...Purrs Right Now Please!
Mum was out most of the day, so while she was gone I thought I'd do a bit more of my specialty housework.
First I climbed the cat tree and from there jumped up to the top of the cupboard... the one where mum's nice plant lives. Then I decided to clean out the pot that it lived in. I shovelled and shovelled until it was quite clean of dirt and even a few roots and leaves went sailing to the floor.
Then I checked out the dining table where the mail sits waiting to be opened. I thought, maybe mum will appurreciate it if I open it for her (Her being busy today and all) so I took one of the letters and tore open the envelope until the contents came out. Then I looked at the letter and, remembering how mum puts things through the shredding machine sometimes, thought I would shred it myself for her - to save her the job.
At some point I also cleared a few items off the mantle and various side tables to tidy up the place.
All in all, I thought I had been a very helpful boy today!
But for some reason when mum came home, she got that face on, and I thought I should hide under the bed. Apparently the plant pot is supposed to have dirt in it, the items were supposed to be neatly arranged on the mantle and various tables, and most of all, I wasn't supposed to shred the property tax assessment bill...
I think my dad loves me though. He said I can shred as many bills as I like...I seem to have a nose for them!
Love,
Clydey Gangster
xxx
I think he has gone to that special place he told me about when he wrote me my poem.
I'm off to read it again in case I missed anything...
I think I have to be a grown up boy now and try to do everything he taught me. Tyler was a good teacher - the best!
There is a big hole in my little heart and an empty space in the house. I love you Tyler, and always will. You were the best big bruvver in the whole world and I promise I will not forget what you taught me, ever...
My mum says I'm her little ray of sunshine! ((kisses to mum))
My dad calls me the family comedian ((hugs dad))
So how come they both also call me Trouble with a capital "T"?
I don't understand. Mum has her hands full at the moment (and if you read my brother Tyler's diary, you'll know why) so I'm just trying to be helpful. When I "accidentally" knocked over the glass of milk she poured herself for breakfast, I tried to clean it up with my tongue. When Tyler only ate the juice of his Fancy Feast, I tried to help by cleaning his dish...
And then I thought it would be "good boy" behavior and possibly a treat-giving moment when I helped mum this morning by opening the mail.
Apparently not. At least not the way I open it....
I can't help if I don't have opposable thumbs! Of course I have to use my teeth and claws!
I'm sure dad will take my view when he gets home... after all, it was the City garbage and waste disposal bill.
MOL!!!!!!
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