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Brian in the Burbs Hi Glencairn. I'm Brian. If I show up at your place in Kanata you can check in here. Let our FB pe

Photos sent to my Landlords phone after a day of visiting neighbours.
19/09/2019

Photos sent to my Landlords phone after a day of visiting neighbours.

My new Landlord isn’t crazy about the way I take my water.
19/09/2019

My new Landlord isn’t crazy about the way I take my water.

17/09/2019

Hi, my latest name is Brian, dubbed such by the kind vet tech from Colonial Animal Hospital in Navan who rescued me from barn life. I had fun being the clinic mascot for about a year, enjoying the gourmet food, great toys and all the staff but I longed to roam in the great outdoors. I also got lonely in the evening and on Sundays when everyone went home.

I made some great escapes from the clinic by learning that when the Interac machine beeped the next customer would open the door. It was fun to outrun the vet staff and clients alike! Apparently, this was bad for business though. Sometimes I was bored when I was alone in the clinic and I got up to some expensive mischief. They tried to find a new home for me for a long time but nobody wants an old man like me. Finally, one of the vet techs talked their sister into taking me home.

The clinic experts think I’m about 10 years old but my new Landlord thinks I’ve outlived all my 9 lives and that my name should be George due to my overly curious nature or Sylvester for my great looks and because of her stupid Tweety Bird. I wasn’t impressed with some of her other tenants, this stocky cat who likes to munch my grub and a conniving bird I’d like to munch on myself.

I can’t live inside full time and I love to roam and visit my neighbours. If I turn up at your house, please show me some love and feel free to check me in on Facebook. Old cats can learn new tricks. Find me here: .in.the.burbs.

17/09/2019

Hi, my latest name is Brian, dubbed such by the kind vet tech from Colonial Animal Hospital in Navan who rescued me from barn life. I had fun being the clinic mascot for about a year, enjoying the gourmet food, great toys and all the staff but I longed to roam in the great outdoors. I also got lonely in the evening and on Sundays when everyone went home.

I made some great escapes from the clinic by learning that when the Interac machine beeped the next customer would open the door. It was fun to outrun the vet staff and clients alike! Apparently, this was bad for business though. Sometimes I got bored when I was alone in the clinic and I got up to some expensive mischief. They tried to find a new home for me for a long time but nobody wants an old man like me. Finally one of the vet techs talked their sister into taking me home.

The clinic experts think I’m about 10 years old but my new Landlord thinks I’ve outlived all my 9 lives and that my name should be George due to my overly curious nature or Sylvester for my great looks and because of her stupid Tweety Bird. I wasn’t impressed with some of her other tenants, this stocky cat who likes to munch my grub and a conniving bird I’d like to munch on myself.

I can’t live inside fulltime and I love to roam and visit my neighbours. If I turn up at your house, please show me some love and feel free to check me in on Facebook. Old cats can learn new tricks. Find me here: .in.the.burbs.

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