Rascal


Domestic Medium Hair/Maine Coon
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Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male

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Nicknames:
Waskul

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Coloration:
Cream

Likes:
Sleeping

Pet-Peeves:
noisy music

Favorite Toy:
Mp3 headphones

Favorite Nap Spot:
my chair

Favorite Food:
tuna

Skills:
he can open the door to the cat treats

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I went to see Rascal and his siblings when they were only a couple weeks old. I quickly fell in love with the orange bundle of fluff but I knew I was just on a visit(I was only 5) so I couldn't take him home. The next month my aunt came by with a box and I looked inside and saw the little orange kitten I saw a month ago. He was always getting stuck in a vase so we decided to call him Rascal. Rascal is now 7 years old

Lives Remaining:
8 of 9

The Groups I'm In:
Maine Coon Madness (mixes and full breeds alike), Pagan Pets and Familiars

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August 5th 2008 More than 1 year!

Catster Id:
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September 4th 2008 4:46 am
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The other day my owner's mother came down and brought me surprise. I was waititng for the tuna temptations to come out of a giant box she had. But no, she had Armani in box. I was glad to see my "brother" since i haven't seen him in a while but then she set down the squirmy dog. Why did she have to bring him again? He was just down not too long ago. But it didn't take long for him to get used to me. I just sat there and he was afraid of me. I guess I am bigger than him but only by a little. One day I went to see what he ws eating, as it could have been my food, but he growled at me. That was it. I sat in front of the dog every chance I could get. He would whine and my fleshie would come and that's the only time he would go down those stairs. Stupid dog. But now they are leaving today. I am kind of sad because I miss my bro so much but at least I won't have to worry about that dang dog.


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