Lucky


American Shorthair
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Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male

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Nicknames:
Teen Wolf

Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Likes:
Feed me, Love me, let me out the door

Pet-Peeves:
Can't find a toy

Favorite Toy:
Ball with bell inside

Favorite Nap Spot:
Top of the cat tree

Favorite Food:
Yogurt on Purina Cat Chow

Skills:
He eats plants

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
A friend found him crawling in the street and picked him up. Her dog assumed he was lunch. He was pretty small and very frightened. Search for mother and siblings was not successful. He was bottle-fed and actually made it, despite predictions.

Bio:
He's just hitting the fang and claw stage. He has all the other cats buffaloed and they won't come in. He wants to run and play and do all the cats things with buddies, but they are still gingerly treading around his enthusiasm. He refuses to give up!

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Terrorists beware! I am here !

The Groups I'm In:
As the World Purrs, Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Multiple Cat households!!!, Purrs, The Cat's PrideĀ® Group

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Dogster Daisy Needs Our Purrs

I've Been On Catster Since:
November 24th 2004 More than 9 years!

I Was In The:
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!

2004-2005 Holiday
Picture Party
!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
90331


Meet my family
Dusty Daisy
Gracie
(Rainbow B)
JadeWilburCoral
Shorty
(Rainbow
Bridge)

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Cheaper by the Half a Dozen


I almost get arrested.

April 18th 2005 11:41 am
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Wow! Got out of the house a became a red streak in the direction of the great outdoors. All my family were bouncing around and it was looking like a great time until I ran into the street. Hmmm...no grass here. Lot of noise coming so I sit down to see what's happening. Dad comes tearing down the stairs yelling about something. Oops! Here cames a big white noisy thing right at me. Dad is waving his arms and pointing at me. I think this is a car...POLICE? Oh, boy, am I in trouble. Noisy white thing stops very hard, and nice man picks me up and carries me to Dad. Am I going to jail? I'm too young! Lots of conversation going on. Dad finally carries me in the house and I get to spend the rest of the day in the laundry room. No bread, but plenty of water. Hate the laundry room. Guess I'll be good for a while...just a while.

 

What Happened Here?

January 29th 2005 6:06 pm
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Yesterday Mom took me in the CARRIER. I should have figured something was going on, but I had just had a nice night of knocking things off the tables and counter. All of a sudden I was in that thing and off to the VET. Oops! We think I am 5 months old so it was time for shots, microchip, ( now I have a bar code..can they scan me at Safeway?) and some suspect stitches. Mom picked me up this morning and I don't feel sick..a little attitudinal, but some yogurt solved that. I don't feel any different so I guess this was no big deal. Mom says I am still cool, so I think I will hunt up her new fuzzy slippers. Need some excercise. She can always find new slippers.

 

Flight of The Red Menace

January 14th 2005 12:58 pm
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Loved Chistmas! New Year's was noisy and smelly and we got to in the garage. So did the neighbor's cat who we didn't see till the next morning when Dad opened the door. Fast Cat. Mom spends a lot of time vacuuming up catnip. Guess they should make the toys a little stronger, but it sure was fun. Mom says I'm old enough now to get my attitude adjusted at the Vet's place. Wonder what that's all about? I discovered I have really big feet and Mom things I am going to be enormous. That's cool - I can be The Red Menace and fight crime. I'm jumping lots higher and discovered that the counter place is called no-no-no! They're spoiling my fun. Mom says maybe I'll get a microchip--Wow! The Digital Red Menace! My career is certainly getting a boost. Watch out terrorists of the world, I'm coming. And I'm BIG.

 
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