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Age: 3 Years Sex: Male Weight: 10 lbs.
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Leave a treat for Hugo (Victor)
Nicknames:
Boo-boo Kitty, the Tiger, It
Kitty Complexion:
| | | | | | | | | Activeness | | | | | | Intelligence | | | | | | Curiosity | | | | | | Friendliness | | | | | | Vocal | | | |
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Sun Sign: 
Birthday:
April 7th 2008
Coloration:
Black
Likes:
Hugo loves destroying paper (toilet tissue, paper towels, etc), catnip, tummy rubs, his mousie and wontons, biting, pouncing, attacking inanimate objects, boxing the dog, rummaging under blankets, and biting toes.
Pet-Peeves:
Hugo hates having his fur rubbed the wrong way, being told to get off the dog bed, being discovered mid-stalk, and "No."
Favorite Toy:
His favorite toy is a feather boa attached to a plastic stick, and the runner-ups are his homemade catnip wontons; his favorite game is tug-of-war.
Favorite Nap Spot:
He naps most frequently on the dog's bed and my footstool.
Favorite Food:
His favorite food would be treats.
Skills:
Hugo will sit for treats, can take screenshots on the computer, bring down big game (a 80 lb Doberman), crawl upside down under sofas and beds, and with his superior bite strength can dent knitting needles.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
In April, a good friend of ours told us about her cat delivering a litter of kittens and asked whether we might want one. I joked with her and said, "It would have to be a black-furred female so she'll match Damien." Three months later, Damien had gone to the Happy Hunting-Ground, and a few weeks after losing him my husband and I went to said friends' house. Immediately she placed a tiny, hyper black kitten on my shoulders and I fell instantly in love. After getting vetted, we brought him home.
Bio:
We're still in the active early years, and Hugo is as hyper as ever. He's good friends with our Doberman, and a great lap warmer when he can stay still long enough! He is extremely accident prone, as he is forever bouncing off tables and falling off of beds and desks, but miraculously has avoided injury.
Lives Remaining:
9 of 9
Forums Motto:
"Booyahkka!"
The Groups I'm In:
Pagan Pets and Familiars, Pets with Crafty Parents
I've Been On Catster Since:
| January 29th 2009 |
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More than 3 years! |
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Catster Id:
951208
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January 29th 2009 10:20 pm
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Today, probably for the first time ever, I am Tired Out.
I believe I was annoying my mother (I don't know why, I was only making her leather jacket look more rugged), and she asked me where I'd put my wonton. Papa made them for me out of the little bits left over on his skeins, and Mama put a string on one of them; but, while she was distracted and not holding the all-important Other End, I walked off with it and stashed it behind the Post of Violent Scratchings. Naturally, I pretended I didn't understand Human Language when she asked.
She headed over to the Tiny Room of Stuff I'm Not Allowed In and pulled out--joy!!--my Feather Stick.
All my ultra-cool feline inhibitions were stripped away in the face of the Feather Stick's hypnotic power, and she put me up on the futon so I didn't run into things and break them or hurt myself (she says I'm accident prone, though I firmly believe things should just stay out of my way). And, O, how I chased that feather! It ran me a merry chase, but I got it. Several times, in fact. As flappy as it might be, it is no match for my Super-Awesome-Paw-Strike! It played possum a few times and managed to escape my pointy clutches, but I paid it back. Big time.
After an eternity, I was stumped by the Feather Stick's indefatigability (is that a word? I'm making it one). It was utterly unceasing! I was not quite defeated, as I had one paw keeping it from escape, but alas! I could not stop the panting.
Mother had pity on me, and carried me to my water bowl. I repaid her by looking disgusted; I could have walked just fine, and now I have Human Mom smell all over me. Ugh. I stared her down, but I sneaked a few sips while her back was turned. I don't think she noticed. Bwahahahaha!
As she put the Feather Stick back in the Tiny Room of Stuff I'm Not Allowed In, I put a paw-fist into the air and vowed: Next time, you putrid feather! Next time, you'll rue the day!!
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