Sissy

I'm a cat, dammit! It's not my fault I love me some red beads and cardigan sweaters. I'm 21 this year, which makes me the oldest cat you know. I totally tried PBR this week, but I still prefer good ole new water as my drug of choice. My best friend forever Shirely passed away, just after my other best friend forever Fred, but I have new friends, Allison & Walker, who let me live in their house, and turn my heat pad on, and still love me even when I shit on the floor out of spite for them buying whatever litter is convenient for THEM to purchase at that cheap-ass grocer. I'm really loud, and I talk a lot of trash, so SOME people don't like me. But I've grown up a lot in the past year. I don't hide under the bed and hiss anymore. No, I come right up and I say "MOW! Take me or leave me--but either way--pick me up NOW!"