Domestic Shorthair
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Home:Jerusalem, Israel  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 7 Years   Sex: Male

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Namer, Nems

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-pound cat-cat rescue

Tabby and White


Favorite Toy:
His mouse

Favorite Nap Spot:
The bed or sofa

Favorite Food:
Garbage (he won't stop this street cat trait even with the gabillion dollar cat food)

Definitely not, he's an average cat. He's very good at being most cuddly when stinkiest.

indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
We went to the SPCA, and I was thinking of getting an elegant girl kitty with long hair. Namerovsky jumped into our arms and followed us all around the shelter - it was obvious he picked us, though he was a silly, clumsy tabby-white cat. But we got the best cat ever. He loves us and what really matters more than that?

I wish we knew more!

Lives Remaining:
7 of 9

Forums Motto:
From a distinguished line of tabby cats

The Last Forum I Posted In:

The Human's Site:
I HAS A BLOG. Click for more NAMEROVSKY.

I've Been On Catster Since:
May 18th 2009 More than 6 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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The Adventures of Namerovsky


November 29th 2009 8:05 am
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It is here


I got hit by a car!

October 14th 2009 1:20 pm
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Yeah! Really! But I'm ok.

Just limpy, and can't climb up on much. The story is on the human's site. Link above.


I did it again!

July 13th 2009 5:05 am
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Sara was trying to leave to pick someone up at the airport at 4 AM today. I jumped on the window and wanted to go. She almost threw me in the car, but didn't have a box, so I stayed. No one seems to know how I would act if I were free in the car.

Then, when they came back, the sun was just coming up, and I was RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET crouched on ma' belly, stalking a pigeon that was twice my size. It flew away. Then I stalked a dog that was there. Then the humans got the suitcases and told me I had had enough and was going inside. I went in with them and chirped. Then we all went to bed.

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