Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 12 lbs.
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June 1st 2004
Bobby is the Alpha cat in our household -- his main purpose in life is to rule over his brothers.
Anyone receiving more attention than he does.
His brother, Jack, and rolled-up wrappers from Tootsie Pop suckers.
Favorite Nap Spot:
In the sun, on top of the loose back sofa pillows
Science Diet Savory Chicken
He does very well as a benevolent dictator.
Our elderly cat, Clyde, went to the Rainbow Bridge to join his sister, Bonnie, who went to live there two years before. We said "No more pets." That didn't last long, so we went back to the vet's to see the cats she had for adoption. On the top of a cat condo, right by the front door, were two sleeping black kitties. Turns out they were 7-month-old brothers who had been born at the vet's office and had lived there while awaiting their forever home. Well, you couldn't take just one of them, so "Mighty Mouse" (to become Bobby) and "Hector" came home with us -- with different colored collars so we could tell them apart.
We weren't very fond of the vet-given names, so we decided on Sherlock and Holmes. A week or so later, the vet called to tell us that the adoption of a kitty we had liked fell through. So, we adopted Jack. Considering my political persuasion, our little family became Jack, Bobby and Teddy Kittedy. Bobby is Daddy's boy.
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June 2nd 2012 1:29 pm
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Yesterday was my birthday, and I really want to thank all of my friends who helped me (and my brothers whose birthdays were also yesterday) celebrate. I got lots of presents:
A shrimp from Frankie, Grace, Leo and family;
A rabbit from the Bush Furs;
A shrimp from Nonny and family;
A ladybug from Emily (my girlfriend) and her family;
A blue bird from Daisy, Pete, and the whole family;
A golden heart from Tyson, Mista, Fred, Tazi Moto, Mai Ming, Simba and their family;
A cuppycake from Greyson;
A party hat from Pete and his family (always the life of the party);
and lots of "Happy Birthdays" from all my group friends.
My brothers and I were thinking last night during our birthday dinner how different our birthdays are now from what they were three years ago. Mrs. H had been visiting Catster for years. She visited some cats' pages almost daily to read their diaries and see their pictures. She followed new cats who joined, and then, she finally gathered her courage and the little bit of puter knowledge she had and added us. WOW!! Did our lives change. All of a sudden, we had FRIENDS! It wasn't just our pawrents and us -- there was a whole caring community of cats to be our friends and to help us celebrate our birthdays and other holidays and to purr for us when we weren't feelin well. We met our awesome girlfriends and found true love (Love you, Dearest Emily).
Guess I just wanted to take this opportunity to say how much I appreciate everycat's friendship and Catster for bringing us together. Sure changed our lives!
March 8th 2011 12:48 pm
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I've lost my identity -- my long, white, crooked whisker on my left side is missing! I woke up this morning, looked in the mirror, and IT'S GONE!! That whisker was so ME. I know we cats lose a whisker now and then (I've even lost my one white one before), but I've had this one so long that I was sure it was forever. My pawrents used it to tell Teddy and I apart. Now all my whiskers are black. Now, my Daddy might make a mistake and try to pet Teddy instead of me. THAT'S NOT FAIR!
Hmmm -- come to think of it, their not being able to tell Teddy and I apart might not be all bad. I should be able to get away with blaming Teddy for half of what I get into, shouldn't I?
February 14th 2011 12:35 pm
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Six years ago this evening, Teddy and I moved into our Forever Home. My Daddy and Mrs. H (we thought of them as the Housekeepers back then) had lost their only cat, Clyde, who went to the Bridge. They found that the house was really empty without a cat. Mrs. H called their vet and asked if they had two cats waiting for a home. The vet told them about us, and they came to see us that evening. The vet had put us in a room by ourselves, so we knew something must be up as we always had the run of the office. They petted us and talked to us and asked us if we wanted to go home with them. Teddy was already in love with Mrs. H, so I thought, "Sure," we can give it a try." My Daddy told Mrs. H that we could be her Valentine and Anniversary presents since they were married on Valentine's day. She's called us her "Little Valentines" ever since (ugh). Well, it all worked out, and our friend Jack, who also lived at the vet's, joined us a week later after his pending adoption fell through (thank Heaven). I think Teddy and I made the right decision. They are adequate Housekeepers for us, and I have My Daddy!
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