Bacchus

My name is Bacchus. I was rescued from a dumpster as a kitten by...uh...what's-her-name. I curled up and fell asleep on her face and acted real cute, and get this - SHE BOUGHT IT! Now I bite the hand that feeds me daily. And what do they expect? It's the same damn food, day in and day out. It's enough to make me puke, which I also do daily. On something of great value, whenever possible. Sometimes, when what's-her-name and that dude who lives with her are away, Uncle Steve comes to take care of me. Uncle Steve hates me. I don't care, as long as he feeds me. I do try to leave extra little "gifts" for Uncle Steve to clean up. That's what he gets. My long-term goals include bettering my skills at biting, eating food I'm not supposed to be eating, and perfecting my plans for world domination.