I'm a cat. My caretaker thinks it's funny to make a profile for me. I weigh about 9lbs and eat Nutro Natural Care dry food, though I prefer canned whenever possible.
I will pur and lick you one minute, then I'll bite and hiss at you.
I enjoy peeing on the bathroom mat from time to time. My other hobbies include playing with my cat toys, sleeping all day, eating bugs, acting spastic, eating the houseplants, and getting wasted off catnip.
My Kelly got me from a no-kill shelter in Fresno County, where I was forced to live with over 300 cats, and now I hate all living things. When you have to share a litter box with that many animals, your mind starts to go. Kelly moved me out to the desert this last March from San Jose, CA.
A month later, she got Mogwai. Mogwai sucks. I beat her up whenever possible. I don't care if she's had a rough life; she moved onto my turf.
Anyway, I am 9.5 years old and the vet says I am in exceptionally good health. I don't know why, perhaps it's all the joy I get out of scratching the bedframe at 5am to let Kelly know it's time to play with me.
