My sister Puff is really my mother. She was knocked-up when our Mommy and Daddy got her out of a barn. She gave birth to me and two other kittens. They were adopted to great homes (One is buddies with a Llama!). I was so adorable and cute and orange (mommy has a thing for orange cats) that I got to stay with the family. So I have never been homeless - I know how lucky that makes me.
I would say that I have the floofiest tail in the world. And it's long! When I walk I hold it high in the air. Sometimes if I walk past furniture, you see my tail before you see me! Since I am so good looking I see no need to be groomed and will get quite twitterpated if Mommy tries to comb me. I hiss and try to run away. This is a major point of contention between Mommy and me that usually gets me a trip to the vet for a "poodlebutt" shave. The Furminator and loads of catnip have saved me from that torture this year. I am a major 'nip head.
I am a very, very social boy. I am the guest greeter, the lap sitter, the purr producer, the jump on your chest while you sleep cat and the cat who will try to make humans that say they don't like cats like me! I will be 9 years old on May 13th. I am also the only kitty in the house who really celebrates their birthday on the day they were born. Daddy watched me come into the world. He said he could live his whole life without ever seeing something like that again (but he's glad I am here!). So, there are some random facts about me. I would thank Paaaaahker for letting me use her blog, but I am too rude toward her to do that. She'll be back tomorrow, I think she's off dreaming about some silly Tabby right now.
Have a groovy Saturday!