Cheeto


Breed Unknown
Picture of Cheeto, a male Breed Unknown

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Home:Fresno, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 19 lbs.

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Nicknames:
"Cheeto-Bandito" "Get OUT OF THERE!" "Get OFF OF THERE!"

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Quick Bio:
-pound cat

Coloration:
Orange & White Tabby

Likes:
Waking up his human at 5:00 by loping down the hallway and crashing into kitchen cabinet

Pet-Peeves:
People who think they know more than he does

Favorite Toy:
His real mouse pet (Squeakers); sticky tape; Myron (gray kitty who Cheeto picks on)

Favorite Nap Spot:
The window in his human's office

Favorite Food:
Freeze dried salmon treats

Skills:
Cheeto has been taught to wave his paw for a treat (see photo). He is also actually a cat with a JOB - he is a "target cat" used to train dogs to find lost cats! He also speaks and says "yang, yang, yang" when he sees a red laser beam on the ceiling!

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I have always LOVED orange kitties. After losing my aloof-and-cranky orange kitty Yogi, I decided to shop for orange kittens at the local shelter. I spotted Cheeto who I thought was so sweet. WRONG! Actually, although Cheeto is a mischievous, trouble-maker who prides himself on his juvenile antics designed to make me yell, he is the most fascinating and FUN cat I have ever owned. Cheeto brings out the worst in me and the best in me!

Bio:
As a "target cat" Cheeto is used to train cat detection dogs to locate missing cats. He's employed by Pet Hunters International (www.pethunters.com). Cat detection dogs are dogs that LOVE TO PLAY WITH CATS and target cats are cats, like Cheeto, that LOVE TO PLAY WITH DOGS. Cheeto loves his job, as you can tell in the photo (below) where he's giving a kiss to his friend Susie, a Jack Russell Terrier cat detection dog! Cheeto is so easily bored that he even owns his own pet, a mouse named Squeakers (pictured). When he is not picking on Myron (his feline housemate also listed on catster.com), harassing my dogs, damaging the mini blinds, chewing the bottom of my couch, or bolting out the garage door, Cheeto can be found taking catnaps in preparation for his noisy, nocturnal activities. He is even featured in my memoirs titled: "The Lost Pet Chronicles, Adventures of a K-9 Cop Turned Pet Detective" by Kat Albrecht (available at amazon.com). If you'd like to read an excerpt from my book where I mention Cheeto's antics, visit www.katalbrecht.com and click on KAT & CATS. Cheeto has his own pet detective trading card which he hands out when he makes personal appearances. His photograph has been seen in many national as well as international publications. Cheeto also helps out with Missing Pet Partnership, a nonprofit organization that helps people recover lost cats. If you'd like to make a donation to honor Cheeto's work (and help our efforts to recover missing cats), send your tax deductible contribution to: Missing Pet Partnership, P.O. Box 2457, Clovis, CA 93613. Just include a note with your check that your donation was made on behalf of Cheeto, and we will send you one of Cheeto's trading cards! If you'd like to read information about lost cat behavior, visit MPP's web site at www.lostapet.org. Oh, by the way... Cheeto thinks he's a dog, so if you meet him, please don't tell him he's a cat!

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
December 5th 2005 More than 4 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
231550

Meet my family


Sassy

Jonathan

Lucy Lou

Lil Ricky

Fred

Myron

Susie

Meet my Feline Friends
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Sasquatch
(Rainbow
Bridge)

Tiger

Moonlight

Hatter

Casper (R.I.P)

Lightnin

Victoria

Dagger

Emma

Filipusis

Louis LeBeau
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THE CHEETO CREDO


LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME...


December 24th 2005 9:35 am
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See? Didn't I TELL you that I'm famous and important? My diary was selected as THE BEST diary to ever appear on catster.com. I don't mean to brag to you other kitties, or anything, but I'm just so proud of myself.

My diary SHOULD be selected and I'm happy that the catster people realized quality writingwhen they see it. I am, after all, a FAMOUS CAT - my picture has appeared in many national publiciations and I'm even featured in a BOOK that my human published. That's because I'm a cat with a JOB...I WORK for a living, unlike most of you slackers who SLEEP for a living. Yes, I have a 9 to 11 job - spending two-hours of my time silently hiding in a carrier while cat detection dogs sniff around in an effort to find me.

The cat detection dogs, of course, get all the glory. They are the ones who wear the bright orange SEARCH DOG vests, they are out in the public and typically filmed by the media, they locate the lost cats and get ALL of the thanks. But if it wasn't for me, they would never have learned how to find lost cats in the first place.

If you'd like one of my autographed "target cat" trading cards, then visit my full profile. I'm sure I can find the time to write you a personal message and have my human stick it in the mail.

Time to go and find a mirror. Thanks for being my fan!

Mr. C.


An INSIDERS View


December 15th 2005 8:25 pm
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Allright. Look. I've had it up to my whiskers with some of you outdoor cats who brag about your so-called "adventures." And I swear, this message is especially for the lilly-livered, gray-and-white, fluff-butt, tom who dares to saunter onto my front lawn and wag his forked tounge every morning, I'm gonna HUNT YOU DOWN one of these days!

I just want to say here and now that I get to go outside, TOO. Even though I only go out when I'm accompanied by my slave-person, when I go out, it's because I HAVE A JOB to do, not because I want to bury my poop in a neighbor's garden. PULL-EEEASE! I AM FAMOUS and I get to travel around to large groups of people who admire me. So unlike you cheesey varmots who eat trash and brag about being outdoor cats, I am not restricted to a tiny territory because THE WORLD is MY territory! And I hate to brag, but I'm going to anyways. How many of you poor schmucks have your own pet mouse? My mouse is named Squeakers and she is plump and, best of all, a slow mover.

So gloat all that you want about your freedom to roam, your ability to poop in garden dirt, and your opportunities to stalk wounded birds. It just so happens that I have a mouse, a spoiled life, and I HAVE IT MADE!

Mr. C


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