Nicknames: Coop, Coops, Coopurr-Poopurr, Sweetie-Pie, Toops, Chubs, Lil Buddy, Coopie, Coopie-cabra, Fat Boy
Gotcha Date: April 30th 2009
Birthday: October 8th 2008
Likes: Ro, laser light, treats, Ro, sucking his thumb, Ro, kisses and Ro.
Pet-Peeves: The water bottle. He's absolutely disdainful of farts. He cries and squirms when picked up. And he loathes having his nails trimmed.
Favorite Toy: His little friend, Ro.
Favorite Nap Spot: In his bed or with his meowmmy
Favorite Food: C is for Coopurr and for COOKIES!!!!!!! (His lysine treats)
Skills: Fetching, playing catch, bird watching, thumb sucking and giving kisses on command. He's the greatest toilet paper artist in all of Brooklyn and dabbles in paper towel art.
Arrival Story: My first Russian Blue, Felix, passed away on March 30, 2009, after a lengthy illness. After a week of major guilt over wanting to adopt again after my grief was so new, I found a Russian Blue kitten named "Teeny Tiny" on the Bideawee (in Manhattan) website.
I called immediately, only to find out that he was on medical hold. I was, however, permitted to go in to meet with the ktten just to see if we were compatable.
That very first night, I fell in love, and I fell hard. Coopurr jumped into my lap and didn't want to leave. He gave me kisses and nearly fell asleep with his head on my leg.
For the next month, it was back and forth. I'd visit him as often as I could, and just kept hoping for some good news on his eye ulcers that just didn't want to heal.
Finally...on April 30 -- one month to the day of Felix's passing -- I officially adopted Coopurr.
After seeing a veterinary ophtalmologist over the course of the spring and summer, I'm very relieved to say that his eye has healed. In fact, he won't even need surgery!
Bio: Coopurr is named after CNN anchor extraordinaire, Anderson Cooper. They're both silver foxes, so the name suits him well. His full name is Coopurr Anderson Hays Vanderbilt Novak.
Coop is a very affectionate kitten, giving lots of kisses and sleeping with me every night.
His energy is astounding. He enjoys playing like a clumsy but tough little boy and changes his favorite toy every day. However, he perfers anything with feathers or any toy that remotely resembles vermin.
He's now settled in his forever home, and gets as much love as he gives. Oh, and he's no longer "Teeny Tiny"!
Accolades: Diary Pick, Sunday, October 11, 2009.
Cat of the Day, Monday, October 26, 2009.
Diary Pick, Thursday, December 17, 2009.
Diary Pick, Friday, February 19, 2010.
Diary Pick, Monday, March 29, 2010.
Diary of the Day, Friday, April 2, 2010
Diary Pick, Sunday, April 4, 2010.
Diary Pick, Tuesday, June 29, 2010.
Diary Pick, Friday, December 3, 2010.
Stuff on My Cat, Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Diary Pick, Thursday, April 19, 2012
Appeared on Anderson Cooper's Website, April 11, 2012
You'd think that after TWO Russian Blues, the Meowther would no longer underestimate the intelligence of my breed. But no. She still thinks I don't know how to S-P-E-L-L. In particular, the word V-E-T.
Yeah, I heard her discussing it yesterday. Appurrently, she's taking me back there on Monday for S-H-O-T-S!
Furs, let's be real here...I **KNOW** all about S-H-O-T-S. I just had some a couple of weeks ago for that lung stuff!
I don't know what these S-H-O-T-S are for. And I just don't understand why she has to torture me by shoivng me in that bag with the zipper and allowing these people to poke and prod at me while they discuss every last little blue fur on my body.
I'm a good kitty. I don't deserve such atrocities. And I just don't know why she keeps dragging me back to that awful place!
I shall post of my traumas on Monday. Til then...send purrs...
Furst of all, I want to thank everyone for the well wishes while I was sick. Meowmmy was so scared that it was something really horrible, and we appurrciated the comforting thoughts.
HOWEVER...that doesn't eliminate the fact that my chest is still BARE. In the middle of the COLDEST WINTER EVER KNOWN TO CATKIND!
When I find out whose brilliant idea it was to shave me, I'm gonna go all Brooklyn on their butt! The only problem is that I think Meowm had a hand in that decision, and if I go all Brooklyn on HER butt, then she might stop opening cans for me. Or worse yet...she might hide Ro!!!
Now...Valentine's Day!!! I'm not allowed to date, so I just let Meowm be my Valentine. And she got me some cool stuff. I got a Wubba...and a little catnip puppy...and CATNIP BUBBLES. I got a ton of extra treats, too.
Also, we celebrated a year with Ro last night!!! Yes, it was my furst anniversary with my beloved Ro toy! Oh, the memories...like when I lost her and cried, and Meowm had to go buy me another one. And all of the times I've carried her into Meowmmy's bed and lost her in the covers...oh, Ro...! Sighhhh...