Bob J Weil

Hi! My name is Bob J. Weil. Welcome to my Web site. As you can see, my favorite colors are black and white.

I am sorry to have to report that I died on 4 June 2010, at the age of fifteen. That is but a minor annoyance to me, as I am enjoying life on the other side, but it upset my family very much. Their names are Nancy (Mom), Richard (Dad), and Isobel (Human Sister).

Among the main special things about me is the fact that I could drink from the sink. I enjoyed this very much, and everyone who visited our house was trained in how to turn the sink on for me, since, whenever anyone went anywhere near the sink, I'd be there ready for some water.

My name, Bob, by the way, is an acronym. It stands for "Best Of Beasts".

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".

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 fun 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 snake heads off.

Dino

Dino is my woman. 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 could often be seen and heard carrying Dino around the house, meowing loudly, as I traveled her from place to place. Sometimes, that was becuase she was being annoying, but other times it was because she needed to see the humans.