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| Name: |
Buster
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Age: |
Six years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Domestic Shorthair
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| Home: |
Fairfield, Ohio, USA |
Please
meet Buster. He is seventeen pounds of love and joy. He lives with my
husband and myself, and our other cat, Wilson (4), and our dog, Beatrice
(15). He goes by many monikers, but our favorites are "Bubbie,"
"Bubster," and "Fat Cat."
We got Buster after our eighteen year-old Norwegian Forest Cat, Scout, passed
away. I had decided not to get another cat right away, but six months
after Scout crossed the Rainbow Bridge, I was in the vet's office
getting something for our dog. There was a cage full of kittens there,
and of course I just had to go check them out. They were all yellow and
white stripped, with the exception of one little, solid black one. I
took each one out, and all the yellow ones were interested in running
around, but the black one just crawled up on my shoulder and started
licking me on the face and purring. I was immediately in love! My vet
came out and told me his niece's female Siamese had gotten out one night
and came back pregnant, so she brought the kittens to him to find homes
for them. And he said that as I had never been without a cat, it was
time and I just had to have this kitten. Well, needless to say, I took
Buster home that day!
This cute, "sweet" little kitten turned out to be a lovable holy terror!
LOL He loved to hide under the bed or chairs and run out and grab you
around the ankles as you walked by; or climb up your clothes, sticking
those sharp little needles in your skin as he went. He climbed
curtains; got on top of the cabinets and sent things flying off onto the
floor; chewed up my flower arrangements; walked on my face in the middle
of the night when he wanted to play; you name it, he probably did it.
But he would do funny things, too. Like get in the tub with my husband
or me if one of us was taking a shower; or lay in a tray of paint when
we were trying to paint; or jump halfway up the door frame and just hang
there! He kept us quite amused as he was growing into an adult cat.
Buster has a lot of great qualities. He is my "buddy" and wants to be
everywhere his "mommy" is. He sleeps in my lap if I'm watching TV; he
helps me put on my make-up every day; he just has to be in the bathroom
anytime I'm in there; he sleeps curled in my arm at night. He's a very
happy cat and purrs all the time. But the thing that makes Buster the
most unique and special is that he insists on flossing his teeth every
day! When I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth, he comes running from
wherever he is in the house. He jumps up on the sink and waits, because
he knows what's coming next. I get the floss out, and have to fight him
to get my own teeth flossed, because he wants his flossed right then.
I'm not kidding! I floss his teeth every day, and he sits up on the
sink and just smiles as I do it! He is "famous" for this. I gave my
dentist a picture of Buster flossing and he has it framed and hanging in
his office. He uses it to teach children to floss. He tells them, "If
a cat can floss his teeth every day, so can you!" That same picture is
also in a dentist's office in New Orleans, where my family lives.
Buster turned six in June, and I hope we have many, many more years
with this wonderful cat. He is our "child", and we love him very much
and wouldn't trade him for anything! =^..^=
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