Robinton (in memory)

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Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Robie, Nubber, King Nub, The Blob, Stink, Stinker

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

June 23rd 1998

Brown Tabby

Being with dad, drinking water from the shower, running and jumping

when dad is late or working in the garage, riding in the car, other cats getting in his face

Favorite Toy:
stuffed rat on a string, soap bubbles, whatever dad's playing with

Favorite Nap Spot:
on his people's bed

Favorite Food:
anything containing beef, milk or yogurt

knows many words, comes when called, fetches toys, gets into interesting mischeif by being too smart for his own good!


Arrival Story:
Our first cat together as married adults, and first indoors-only cat for either of us. Came home with us at 5 weeks old. We got him from a lady raising Manx as pets and farm cats, so he may have some moggie ancestry. However as far as we can tell he looks and acts all Manx. He is named after a character from a series of fantasy/sci-fi books by Anne McCaffrey. The character Robinton was a charismatic leader. Robie is not so benevolent!

Robie has a cute bunny tail, and a sweet innocent face hides his diabolical plans. When he was 6 mos. old we adopted two rescue kitties but he prefers the company of people, especially dad. He has settled down a bit but is still very playful, every evening he has to race around the house and play. He has a quiet little voice for such a rowdy kitty - often more squeak than meow. He does some very odd things, like letting water drip on his head and dragging clothes around the house. He fetches small toys, like the plastic rings off milk jugs. However, if he sees that another cat is watching him he'll immediately stop fetching, as if he's embarrased to be caught acting like a dog.

Forums Motto:
Its good to be king

Favorite Web Sites:
The Way of Cats Blog
Our Local Feral Cat Colony Program

I've Been On Catster Since:
March 10th 2009 More than 8 years!

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Khaki (in
FionaZoe (in
OscarTigger and Bat
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Robie's Eeps


February 12th 2012 7:47 am
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Thank you for the purrs, prayers, comments and rosies.

I got up this morning to drink water from the shower like in my video, but my back legs aren't very strong so I had trouble getting on the tub. I didn't want breakfast even though it was my favorite flavor - beef.

Maintaining my authority is important to me, so I went downstairs to the living room and scratched on my favorite scratcher, even though I don't feel like doing anything. I made sure those other cats saw me do that, so they don't know how sick I am. That sort of backfired because then I puked up all the water I drank. But we cats puke a lot anyway, so they still don't know, and aren't trying to pick on me. Then I went back to my bed. Dad put my breakfast by my bed, and I could tell Oscar wanted to eat it but he hasn't come near it, ha, still King!

We think this is the end stages of my kidney disease, and when I get checked out by a vet tomorrow, I'll almost surely make my journey to the Bridge. Mom will of course check to see if they think it is an infection, like my friend Ashlynne reminded us. But I've been going downhill faster for a couple months, and I don't want to keep going like this. My older brother Daemon had kidney disease too, he fought to hang on more than I'm doing, being the strong-willed Siamese that he was. He kept eating and drinking, and would take medicine in pill pockets to ease his symptoms. I get too stressed out by sub q's or even pills, and even more stressed if I can't patrol the house and maintain my alpha status. So my humans don't want to put me through anything else. I think I can be an angel and still be a Cat King, can't I?



Could Use a Purr or Two

February 11th 2012 7:26 pm
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Hi Catster furriends,

I know we have been away and missed you all lately, mommy has been a very bad mommy and not written for us. For anyone still reading our dairies, please spare a purr for me, and especially my Dad.

I have been on KD food for my kidney disease for a couple years now, and the doc says that's about how long it would extend my life. I've started gradually losing weight lately, and getting old and gimpy sucks. :( I still manage to chase Khaki and boss around those two young upstarts though!

At least until this afternoon. I won't eat or drink, and don't want to leave my bed. My humans are very sad and worried, especially because it is a weekend and I need to see a vet.

If it's my time to go to the Rainbow Bridge, I just wanted to let you all know that I love you all and will miss you. Also that I'll die a King, since not even Oscar has dared to take over while I'm still around.



Meowy Catsmas and Happy New Year!

December 25th 2011 7:52 am
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Eep, eep, furriends!

Can't believe its Catsmas already! A whole year gone by already. Since we haven't posted since the summer, I'll let Khaki tell you about the bigger stuff that's been going on at our house since then.

As for me, I'm a little older and a little slower, but still reigning as King. I now use my kitty steps almost all the time, to get on the bed. I finally decided they're helpful, since I can't jump as high, or see quite as well as I used to. Also, Oscar and Khaki were taking them over and I can't allow that, can I?

Fiona had claimed part of the bedroom as her own, sleeping and playing by mommy's closet door. So mommy got a big, Maine Coon sized bed, and put it on the floor there. Fiona didn't get to use the new kitty bed, because I took it over right away (even though it's big enough for two of me.) I've basically kicked Fiona out of her spot, but when I'm using it she gets up on the humans bed! Normally I'd chase her off, but that new kitty bed is so darn comfy, I can't make myself get up. Oh, the woes of a Cat King!

At least I got to chew on some presents this year. One's missing a bow, but I'm not telling where I hid it!

Purrs & love,

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