Siamese/Breed Unknown
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Age: 8 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 21 lbs.

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Unie banoonie,Unie,Ooner UUUUUNNNNOOOO, Numero Uno, Bubba, Tank Boy

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-part feral

April 5th 2008

Cream Point

Going outside, He used to climb and get stuck. Playing with siblings, Spike and BK. Cuddling with mom. Washing mom's hair. Banging his tail to show emotions. Playing in sink, or waterbowls.

An empty food bowl. Getting brushed, riding in the car. Being made to come in, or go out. Having belly rubbed unless very sleepy. Being shut out of Mom and Dad's room. Smelly stuff in Mom's hair or on her hands. The clock in the living room must die!

Favorite Toy:
A long leather lace, he drags it around, crying. Feather boas. Mom's feet.

Favorite Nap Spot:
On Mom's face, or her bed. Also on the desk while Mom on computer.

Favorite Food:
Salmon! canned food, plain yogurt. Crunchy cat treats. Spike's food.

Fetching. Waking Mom up for work, every day! Killing bugs. Fierce around strange men. He does many "drive-bys" jumping up for a quick bit of love. "Internet Kitty" jumps in Mom's lap and sheds all over keyboard. Is very loving and patient with other cats

indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
Uno was born in the backyard of a co-worker's mother. His mother was a feral cat, attracted by a new water fountain. She stayed close by, and had her litter of three, in a flower pot. I saw the pictures, and decided to adopt him and his middle sister. My co-worker wanted the littlest one. They were brought up to me June 21st. Uno cried the loudest, and longest. The plans were made for their arrival, and I was called away at the last minute due to a death in the family. I arrived home late the next night. Uno came right out, and said hello. Such a handsome, friendly little guy. Soft, plush coat. He is an apricot point, I guess. Faint, orange sherbert tail, ears and very faint mask around the eyes. His eyes-are very blue. The pupils appear navy blue. He has some faint white striping, on top of his white coat. The "m" on the forehead, and some racing stripes down his back. He was named Uno by his first mom, who took care of his mother, provided food and shelter for the little family. His fur mother was not too wild, smart enough to know a good thing. They lived behind the hot water heater in the garage. She litter trained them, and let the humans handle them. I kept the name, as it just fit him, Numero Uno.

I have to say, I have a soft spot for "flamers". We had a wonderful flame point mix when my girls were growing up. He was quite the cat. Snowball, part Deux. Uno has two sisters. Zoey, the second largest. Originally called Duo. And, last but not least Treya, smallest baby sis. I had the pleasure of fostering her for around 10 weeks. They did well without their mother, playing and cuddling. He seems to be a one person cat, and I am so lucky to be his human. He can be timid around lots of people, I always let him hide in my bedroom when company he does not know comes. I also have had to shut him away when strange men come in the house. He can be intimidating. He has a growl that ends with a snarl that almost sounds like a bark. His eyes glow red, and he can really "puff" up. He has made friends with my daughter's dog. They were starting to play together over the holidays. Zoey said, to heck with that! He is the first to groom with everyone. I read that Siamese males are good dads. That is how he acts with his sisters and BK, daughter's kitten that visits.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
I am the big brother.

The Last Forum I Posted In:
She hates being brushed

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 21st 2008 More than 8 years!

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Uno's world

What's up with mom?

May 14th 2010 4:09 pm
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Mom has been home a lot. Not that I am complaining. She makes herself useful, opening doors, etc.

However, she is not filling food bowl everytime I ask. That makes me upset, and I nip her bare feet. I have also ran under her feet, one time she stepped on my paw, so I don't do that anymore.

Her one paw that she pets me with has been hurt. She came home one day with a big bundle of stuff around it that smelled like the VET. She was sleeping a lot, too.
So, Zoey and I tried to chew that icky stuff off her. We also tried to wash the yucky smelly stuff off her skin, too. It tasted terrible, but we just could not leave her like that..

Well, she has not really been able to pet us like we are used to. Her other paw just does not do the job alone. She has a thing that makes a big ripping noise on it now sometimes. We like to chew on it, and rub our faces all over it, She is ours!!!!

She puts a blanket thingey on it that gets hot sometimes. Too hot for us, but it is nice for a bit. I cannot sleep with her, and she moves around and has to have her paw on a pillow sometimes. Dad was locking us out-and mom needing us----come on!!

She is trying to type a little bit today, and I am laying right next to her on the desk. She calls me her "internet kitty".
Dad says I shed into the black "keyboard". He must mean the thing that mom clicks instead of petting me. sigh


A cat called Lion

April 10th 2010 1:29 pm
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Well, a new cat came to stay with us. He is named Lion. He is
very big, but timid and scared.

Mom said he was lost, hungry and needed our help. She had him in the garage, where she usually parks her car.

Poor guy, he did not seem to want to eat drink or go potty. Mom
put him in the crate one day, and he came back smelling like the VET.

I really felt bad for him. He is really nice, and Spike and Zoey are
very mean to him. They hiss at him, and block off access to mom and the food bowls.
I would lay with him, and hang out. He was scared of me at first too, but he knows I just want to help out.
Mom says I could help her "Foster" cats, as I am so mellow and sweet.

Lions was finally able to eat. Mom tempted him with all kinds of yummy deliciousness. He finally went potty, too. He needed
privacy in the garage. Mom told me to get out of his box, please.
(alright, alright-yes mom)

Mom is very sad now and worried, as Lion somehow got out of the
garage, and ran away while she and dad were gone all night.

We cannot stay out all night, that is for sure. I dont know where they went.
Mom keeps asking me where Lion is. She says she put one of my spare collars on him, and that someone will call us if they find him.
Dad said it was "identity theft?" as the collar said my name.
I dont care about the old collar. I miss the old guy, though.

Mom seems to know all the other cats, and they want her to pet them.

She gets teased about being a "crazee cat lady".

I love my mom, she tells me every day she is so lucky to have her
kitties to love.


Holiday Decorations

December 15th 2009 7:01 am
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Well, the "tree" is back up in the TV room. It came in pieces in a huge box. We like to scent the box by scratching on it, and rubbing our faces on it.
It has long strings on it, with things that look the light Dad plays with for me to chase. I try to "pick" one, and can't. Everyone tells me "NO". I love the objects dangling off the tree. Mom will pick them up and put them back, no problem.

I have really been good. We have not tried to climb the tree like last year. Everyday, we used to knock it down. Mom said, it was because of all the "birds" in the tree. She did take them off (dang!)
and it was less tempting for us after that.

Zoey prefers the little boxes with lights inside, and other little things that we can knock off the bookcase and carry around-
I will let her tell you about that.

I just like to lay under the tree. Mom says we are the best presents she has ever received.

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