Leto, The Evil (1989-1998)


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Picture of Leto, The Evil (1989-1998), a male Domestic Long Hair

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"Leto, The Evil"

Home:Charlotte, NC  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 12 lbs.

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Oh happy relaxing next to mom

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"Oh happy relaxing next to mom's inhaler."

Did you see that bird?

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"Did you see that bird?"

Yes, I

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"Yes, I'm laying on the table. What are you going to do about it?"

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Nicknames:
Dumpster Diver

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

Coloration:
Black and White

Likes:
Pushing objects off of shelves, getting into places where my guardians think I can't.

Pet-Peeves:
People touching me.

Favorite Toy:
Elliot, The Pure

Skills:
Breaking things, opening doors, getting into trash cans

Arrival Story:
Leto, a scraggly stray came to me one January in Tampa. He had twigs entwined in his long hair, three ticks, and lots of fleas. I immediately took him to the vet to be neutered, bathed, and vaccinated. After he returned home, in the middle of the night, he took his paw and stroked my cheek. I think it was a way of saying thank you.

Bio:
Leto never became a lap cat, but he did become a friend. He had a feisty personality. He loved being outdoors and I think he would have been happier if I had lived in a place with less traffic and could have allowed him a more outdoors existence. He was intelligent and stubborn and taught me a lot about not giving up. He figured out how to open French-handled doors, to open cabinets, and to get my attention when I was trying to ignore him. Being a stray for a year before he found me, he spent a lot of days in daily Florida thunderstorms. He never got over his fear of lightening. Whenever a storm came through, he would find a cabinet to hide in until it passed. Bless his poor little heart. He also never broke the habit of diving in trash cans (which usually entailed knocking them over and spewing messy contents all over the floor) to find more appetizing food. I can only imagine how boring he found his science diet of pebbles. He also never got used to the idea that food would continue to be available, so would rush to eat and then promptly throw up. Every single day. Always on the carpet, never on the linoleum. When he was mad, he would run upstairs and poop in the guest bath tub or in the corner of my dining room. He loved to be up high, and if something was impeding his access to the perfect viewing point, he simply moved it out of his way. To my dismay, this resulted in the destruction of several treasured items as they crashed into bits on the floor below. Rest in peace, dear Leto.

Forums Motto:
I'm the boss of me.

The Groups I'm In:
Samoa's Detective Agency, The Baltimore Orioles Clubhouse

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I've Been On Catster Since:
April 14th 2007 More than 2 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
520661

for 911 days

Meet my family


Margaret
Mayberry
(Maggie)

Elliot, The
Pure
(1990-1996)

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Leto, Le Diable


ARGs: Challenges and Solutions in Difficult Times


January 6th 2008 1:02 pm
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I have to confess, I've been very lazy about keeping up with Catster lately. To be honest, I've spent all my waking hours considering new schemes to either perpetrate myself, or to talk that kiss-up, do gooder, goody two shoes Maggie to commit. Despite many online searches, brain teasers trying to stimulate the right hemisphere, and doing many meditative and written exercises to channel my energy to innervate and invigorate my creative muscles, my brain continues to be a nerve-racking, agitated hum of silence, as if nary a synapse will choose to fire again.

The beautiful thing is that despite this dearth of activity and ideas, my reputation persists. Today I received an email from an Honorable Detective, member of our protectorate, the Samoa Detective Agency, inquiring as to whether Iwas the Serial Anonymous Rosetter, the Smiling Cat. This dude is eluisve and has been on the run for a long time. I was honored that I was a "Cat of Interest" in this case, and happy to know that once you've built yourself a reputation, it takes longer than a few months of creative famine to lose the name that you worked so hard to establish.

As someone who has some personal insights into the mind of a repeat offender, I can offer these suggestions for understanding the criminal mind and for guessing his next move. This dude is smart, so look out for these clues:
1) The repeat offender gets pleasure from watching the detectives struggle to solve his case. He will revisit the scene of the crime and will likely be one of the spectators while detectives gather clues.
2) To avoid being caught, he will leave dummy pawprints behind to foil the detectives. He may even send clues to the detectives, pretending to be unconnected to the crime.
3) The offender will have a carefully constructed alibi often claiming to be out hunting or chasing squirrels at the time the rosette was left.
4) A repeat ARG is likely to fit the profile of a cat who is a fearless thrill seeker. Some evidence suggests they have frontal lobe damage, but that can only be ascertained with an MRI, which isn't likely to help in narrowing down the list of suspected cats. Punishment does not deter them because they are impulsive and bold in the face of consequences (citation from "Till ARGs Are Caught: Anatomy of an ARG and How to Protect Yourself").

It would behoove our community to create a Google map of the convicted, who have served their sentences and returned to living in the community at large. ARGs have an extraordinarily high rate of recidivism, and despite any promises to reform, they often eagerly and deliberately revert back to their former behavior once released. Once a cat succumbs, and is brought within the folds of ARGing, he no longer has control of his actions. We would do well to not underestimate the high that an ARG gets with each new gift given, the addictive nature of ARGing, and the psychological challenges an ARG wishing to reform himself must battle. We would benefit from knowing where they lurk, and perhaps could all do with a support group for those who want to change but don't know how.

Just my two cents. Good luck detectives! I hope you get this menace to our community.

Leto, The Evil, Criminal Assisting Those Seeking Justice


A little depressed


July 21st 2007 4:03 pm
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Maggie got whisked off to the kennel today because mom is going on vacation. Now I have no one to torment. I haven't made any progress on the ARG clues. I think I'm feeling a little depressed.

Maybe I can find Michael Vick and torment him. I used to torment my mom by doing my business in the corner of her dining room and then convincing Goody Four Paws Elliot to do the same. From the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, I don't have that capability though. Power of suggestion is my only tool, which granted, I use quite effectively.

I'll have to think of something else. Maybe I can work with the dogs to see if we can't change Mr. Vick's mind about the definition of sport. I hope he ends up bankrupt and living in a cardboard box for the rest of his life, though prison would be more fitting. Prison with electric pottys and forks.

Leto, T.E.


Anonymous Rosetted!!


July 13th 2007 7:20 pm
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Get out guys! Get this! I've been anonymous rosetted! I'm so excited. I love a good game.

Okay, let me catch my breath here....wooooo....

Okay, this is what my ARG said,

"I is not a mallow" in a picture of the most scrumptious little white kitten you ever saw in the middle of a bunch of big marshmellows.

Big ones, not the little kind you put in your hot chocolate, but the bigs ones you put on a skewer over the campfire. Ooo she/he is a cutie. Of course, me being me, I'd still chase that little booger around the house and terrorize him until he almost had a heart attack.

Hmm...maybe that kitty is in the middle of those big marshmellows knowing that I would be just the type to skewer him. No, no. He couldn't know that. Elliot hasn't had time to spread his vicious gossip about me yet. I'm going to have to put on my devious, plotting thinking cap. I only just put it in the closet, so I only have a few dust mites to knock off it...

Thanks cute little rosetter, you. I'll hunt you down...

Leto, T.E.


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