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| Name: |
Bob
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Age: |
Five and a half months old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Siamese mix
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| Home: |
Liberal, Kansas, USA
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This
is Bob. He is a white shorthair with apricot colored ears and tail with
Bobs of apricot on his cheeks and the back of his heels. We laughingly
refer to him as a "flame point" Siamese. He was found in the middle of the
street when he was about three weeks old. He was so sick that his eyes, and
one nostril, were matted shut and he had about 92 fleas on him. I fed him
with a syringe with a nipple on the end of it until he could eat solid food.
When I asked my cocker spaniel, Abby Pearl, (pictured napping with him) what
we were going to name him, she responded with the "buh buh" barking sound
dogs make and I said, "Ok, Bob it is."
He is so special because he has a unique little personality and now that he's
healthy, he's trouble in a cute package! He constantly terrorizes his dog
sister and his three cat sisters. But then he'll settle down for a nap with
Abby, and peace reigns again.
I have had many cats in my life, but never one like Bob. He is a very
independent little cuss, and is definitely the Alpha animal in our household,
including me that hierarchy, and he is the only male. He has three cat
sisters and a dog sister and he terrorizes us all, jumping out at us and
wrapping himself around us while biting, kicking, and scratching. He loves
Abby, his dog, but even though he insists on being around me at all times, he
will have no part of hugging, kissing, or even petting.
He is extremely nosy and has to be involved in everything that goes on. He
has helped me fix the kitchen faucet, set up my piano keyboard, put together
two end tables, and put a new door knob on my pantry door. During the door
knob installation, he actually dragged the hammer across the kitchen floor.
He loves to ride in the car. He's okay with being taken to the car in the
carrier, but once in the car, he will throw a hissy fit, crying, writhing on
his back with one arm sticking out of the carrier, trying to push his face
through the bars, until I give up and let him out. He has never tried to get
under my feet, but prefers to ride in the back window.
He is more dog-like than cat-like, maybe from being "raised" by his dog. He
sleeps on his side with his legs straight out rather than curled up like a
cat or stretched out completely like a cat. He carries things around in his
mouth, he runs to the side garage door with his dog every time I go to the
garage so they can go in and look around while I'm in there. He comes every
time I call unlike the other cats who sit under a bush and laugh at me. He
started trying to go out the doggie door when he was only four weeks old
because he was trying to follow his dog outside.
He has taken his collar off and hidden it three times now. I found it in
places I know he had to have carried it to.
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