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Picture of Stewie, a male Breed Unknown

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Home:Soon To Be St. Louis/Jefferson, a  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 16 lbs.

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stewbie, stew-bear, goober, stew-b-doo

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Black and White

cuddling on the couch, oooh, feet!! LOVE feet!!! and shoes and socks too!!

smoke, stinky food, and ignoring mom and dad

Favorite Toy:
feathers and catnip

Favorite Nap Spot:
on mom's pillow

Favorite Food:
the more expensive the better

Espionage, Yarn Deconstruction, Hypnotization, Sit, Paws, Up, Down, Dance, and Speak.


Arrival Story:
Looking to buy a short-haired persian, my male human (i call him dad because he likes it) left for work with the number of a local breeder. When he came outside for lunch, i was sitting in the parking lot looking for somewhere to practice my human mind control skills. i called for my real mom, because he was so big, but i hadn't seen her in quite awhile and she didn't come. He saw me, i ran, i got really tired, i stopped, he caught up, i ran again. Only a month or so old, i couldn't go very far for very long. For the next 15 minutes we played this game--he wasn't very good at it. Finally i ducked behind a bush. He did not know i had been trained in evasion and escape. i noticed the hornets nest from across the parking lot! He didn't even know, lol. He reached into the bush. But at that moment he began cooing at me--aargh! his mind control was stronger than mine! Couldn't move! He caught me! He did however receive multiple stings from my friends the hornets. Good show my dear friends! He took me to a man in a white coat who did, i must say, help get rid of those nasty hitchhikers i couldn't seem to shake. He then took me home where he and mom (yeah, humans are weird like that) have finally learned how to properly groom, feed, and generally pamper me at every single meow. My best guess, they love me. So, at this point in time i feel no reason to attempt an escape, but tomorrow, yeah, maybe tomorrow.

Stewie saved me from losing my kitchen, well, kinda. i was cooking dinner one night and he decided he was going to (as usual when i cook) follow me from the fridge to the cooktop and back to the fridge. Evidently, some of the oil from my pan had run over the side of the pan. it quickly burst into flame, yes the warmth and light from the fire alerted me to turn around, but i do think his insanely loud YOWL didn't hurt. Good to know that if my smoke alarm isn't working that he's here to save the day! Update: i did it again two weeks later, this time i had walked out of the kitchen--Stewie saved the day again! Lesson learned: i no longer deep fry ANYTHiNG!

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

Forums Motto:
Bond, Stewie Bond

Memoirs of a double agent...:
As an agent i will not tell you anything important. Nor will i show you my impressive skills, at least not when YOU want me to. i will say, however, i've taught my humans how to get me to snacks and train for battle. They think they have me trained like a dog! i never said they were smart.

I've Been On Catster Since:
February 6th 2009 More than 8 years!

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