Ture Svansson
One of Rangoon's pets has already been Pet Of The Week in the last 45 days, and so Ture Svansson has to wait for a while before being able to participate again.
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I was Pet Of The Week: 24 June 2019 - 30 June 2019, 6 November 2017 - 12 November 2017 and 21 June 2015 - 27 June 2015
Last seen: 9 hours ago | |||
| Age | : | 11 years 2 months | |
| Sex | : | male | |
| Breed | : | norwegian forest cat | |
| Species | : | cat | |
| Family | : | Rangoon | |
| Country | : |  France | |
| Joined | : | 30 May 2013 | |
| Born | : | 11 September 2010 | |
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More about me
Well, as it seems I have something more in common with Saba than in my own room full of toys, cat tree, tunnel and all I needed. Then the door opened and the dog - it was Saba, also a new family member, but of course, I didn't know it then - put her head inside. She was friendly. Worse of it was Rangoon, who jumped inside with the air of the monarch, jumped high on the cat tree and hissed at me, when I tried to approach him.
With Saba, we became friends, but Rangoon never wanted to include me in his family. He became distantly friendly, that's all - so I was very desappointed little cat.
Then Grant - a little, fat, barking monster came into the family and I lost the little confidence I had. In the beginning, we tolerated each other and even played by times, but when he stared to grow up, his true nature was revealed: he hates cats: - he chased me barking madly and even when I jumped on a tree, he tried to follow me.
Our humans tried to civilize him but with no success. I' given all protection possible, my own parts of the house, where the dogs cannot enter, but became a solitary cat, for my friendship with Saba couldn't continue - at least, she never chases me and I am not afraid of her.
I like to meet neighbouring or wandering cats in the garden - some of them are nice, some of them have to be chased away (Grant takes care of it) - but always on the sly. when the dogs are in.
I had also some memorable excurssions into the woods and fields - but they are rare.
I don't like being in the car. I don't like cat hotels either.
I like hunting mice, birds ad other creeters. I like to eat, too and am slightly overweight.And I like to climb on the highest trees in the garden and observe the surroundings.
With Saba, we became friends, but Rangoon never wanted to include me in his family. He became distantly friendly, that's all - so I was very desappointed little cat.
Then Grant - a little, fat, barking monster came into the family and I lost the little confidence I had. In the beginning, we tolerated each other and even played by times, but when he stared to grow up, his true nature was revealed: he hates cats: - he chased me barking madly and even when I jumped on a tree, he tried to follow me.
Our humans tried to civilize him but with no success. I' given all protection possible, my own parts of the house, where the dogs cannot enter, but became a solitary cat, for my friendship with Saba couldn't continue - at least, she never chases me and I am not afraid of her.
I like to meet neighbouring or wandering cats in the garden - some of them are nice, some of them have to be chased away (Grant takes care of it) - but always on the sly. when the dogs are in.
I had also some memorable excurssions into the woods and fields - but they are rare.
I don't like being in the car. I don't like cat hotels either.
I like hunting mice, birds ad other creeters. I like to eat, too and am slightly overweight.And I like to climb on the highest trees in the garden and observe the surroundings.
I also get called None. I like... to play, to climb trees, chase mice and birds... dislike dogs generally, grant particularly... I enjoy playing with cat tree, tunnel,, an old cat-rod and eating cream...
