I'm eight and a half years old. I'm large. I'm hairy. I have sharp claws. I consider myself a pretty laid back guy, but I also enjoy pressing the panic button. I gallavant around the house with a furrowed brow and hiss at any stranger that enters. If that stranger stays and invades my territory, I spray a special scent on their belongings. Deep down, I'm very sensitive and shy, especially around new people. I enjoy quilting, table tennis, the occasional river rafting trip, and tuna.I have the loudest meow this side of the equator, and I showcase it when my food bowl is empty. Mom threatens to get my voice box removed, but I'm pretty sure she's bluffing. Someday I aspire to climb every tree, chase every outsider that enters my yard, and find that special someone that will dote on me like my current owner used to before "the little one" arrived. I'd also like to get accepted into the Make A Wish program for cats in effort to visit the Friskies distribution plant. Some say I don't want to know where my food comes from, but I say it doesn't matter, as long as it's good.
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