Bob J. Weil
Hi! My name is Bob J. Weil. Welcome to my Web site. I am 14 years old. I have two older sisters. One is a Human and one a cat like me! Their names are Isobel (Human) and Cosmo (Cat). I also have a little brother. His name is Joe (Cat). I have a Mom and Dad, Nancy and Richard (Humans).
How I Came to Live With Mom and Dad
When Mom lived in Dade City, Florida, there was a restaurant that she went to a lot. There was one waitress who had a kitten (my cat mom) who had me and my other brothers and sisters! So Mom went down to the waitress's house and saw there were four kittens. Mom got out of her car and went over to the kittens. One kitten (me) kept running up to her. I was called the cow kitty! There was a pond by her house that alligators lived in. The kittens were disappearing fast! Her partner said that the kittens weren't going down by that pond. Which is true. I know, 'cause I was there. But Mom said that the kittens didn't need to go down by that pond. The gators were coming to them! Which was also true! That day, Mom ended up leaving with the cow kitty.
She was thinking of different names to name me. "Spot" was one of them. But she decided to name me Bob. And one thing you have to know is that, in Cat World, all cats have the middle name "Joe" or "Jo". So I am Bob J Weil, because Mom's last name is "Weil".
I had a ton of ear mites, so Mom brought me to the vet. His name was Dr. Moore. He helped me a lot. And I was only five weeks old, which means I was not weaned yet, but Mom had to take me to rescue me from the gators! So she fed me with a little dropper, and I slept on her shoulder, sucking her neck when I was hungry. Even now, I like to lie on my mom's shoulder, stick my nose into her neck, and just "nuzzle".
Mom met Richard, who is now my Dad, in 1996. Mom, Cosmo, and I moved to Cambridge MA, where Dad was teaching, in 1997.
When I Was Little
When I was a kitten, I did a lot of crazy things. I'll tell you some stories.
My Mom learned early in my life that I, Bob J, am an accomplished home decorator. One day, I decided that some of the rugs weren't in the right place. I picked up the rug in the family room in my teeth and walked backwards, pulling it along the floor to the kitchen, where I thought it would look a lot better, and it did. Then, having carefully arranged it, I moved another rug from the kitchen to the back door and put it over the rug that was there, which I never did like. The next day, when Mom wasn't home, I moved a big oriental rug from the living room to the dining room. That was much better. But Mom didn't understand. She seemed to find the whole thing amusing and moved the rugs back to the wrong places. Eventually, I gave up arguing with her and let her "win".
Another time when Mom came home from work, she found that the ceiling fan above her bed was on high. She was sure that she had turned it off when she left for work, but supposed she must not have done so. That night, she was sitting on her bed reading. I glided into the room and leapt onto the bed. It was much too hot in there. So, helpful fellow that I am, I jumped up and yanked the string attached to the fan, turning it onto low. Still too hot. So I jumped up and yanked it again, and then once again, until it was on high. Much better.
I had other fan adventures. Dad, when he would visit us in Florida, liked to tie my ribbons to the ceiling fan in the living room and turn it on so that they would spin around above my head. I could get some serious hang-time going leaping at those flying snakes. I'd go at them for hours, and several times managed to catch them, take them to my lair, and rip their ugly snake heads off.
My Girlfriends
I, Bob J Weil, have two wonderful and adoring girlfriends.
My first and oldest girlfriend is Dino, a lovely purple dinosaur. Dino used to have a bell and spines, but she lost them both in our wild "playtime" together. Old though she may be, however, she is still the most beautiful dinosaur I have ever seen. I can often be seen and heard carrying Dino around the house, meowing loudly, as I travel her from place to place. Sometimes, that is becuase she is being annoying, but other times it is because she needs to see the humans.
My other girlfriend is Margaret Efthim, also known as 'the Magster'. She attends the same church that the humans do. (We kitties go to the Church of the Holy Feline.) The Magster is good friends with my human sister, Isobel, who introduced us. I love the Magster so much that I wrote her a love song:
Magster, you are the Best!I do love my Magster.
Magster, I love you more than the rest!
Magster, come over now! I need you, wow!
Magster, I gotta run!
Magster, I love you a ton!
Magster, you I miss!
Magster, gimme a kiss!
Magster, I cannot lie!
Magster, I am your guy!
Magster...I LOVE YOU!!!!