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| Name: |
Toast
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Age: |
Four years old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Tabby Cat
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| Home: |
Strasbourg, France
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Hello
My name is Toast. I am a tabby cat. I will be five on 1 September this year
and I live in a village outside Strasbourg in France. I am the most spoilt cat
in the world because Ado and Michael cannot resist me. I weigh six kilos which
is really a bit much, but like I say they can't resist me and I'm told I have
a lovely cuddly belly.
I own the house and everything in it. I own the garden next door as well
which is causing some problems with the new cat in there as he seems to think
he owns his own garden. Silly!
I like to get brushed every evening when Ado and Michael come home before I
wander outside and see what's new. When I come back I miaow up the stairs to
let them know I'm back and that they can come down and feed me. Then I go
upstairs to the bath because I'm thirsty. They're usually quite good and turn
on the water but sometimes I have to shout at them to let them know I'm in the
bath and waiting. I never tell them when to turn the water off, that's up to
them to notice that I'm no longer in the bath. I like to play on the sofa.
They keep changing the sofa covers, I don't know why, but I quite like getting
to grips with new material! There are lots of climbing frames for me around
the house, but I prefer the sofas. My favorite toy at the moment is a plastic
seal from a tub of cream. Hours of fun!
In the evening I keep watch at the window for all the village cats who are
allowed out. I'm never allowed out after dark. Then I lie on Michael while
he's watching tv. I usually get settled just as he's thinking of going to
bed, but he won't disturb me, so he just goes to bed later.
I only lie on Ado at night time, preferably starting at about 2 am when she's
in a deep sleep. If she doesn't wake up I just stand on her chest and gently
wake her with my paw until she opens her eyes. I can do non-gently as well but
I save that for the morning, and usually for Michael, when I want to get up.
After I've had a cuddle with Ado, I move over to Michael's pillow. Sometimes I
have to really insist that he moves over, but most times he knows I'm there
and moves to the edge of the bed for me. He doesn't look very comfortable, but
what I can do, I'm a cat and I need my space.
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