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Rasta

Herrow to my old skool homies.

About Me

Originally, I was born at Sunny and Baby's J's house, on 15th Street. My mom and dad were Mama Kitty and Stretch.(That's where I learned to say "mama.") Dad hopped in front of a car and that was that. I met many, many of you in that first year, around 1998. Then I moved in with Tenkae for a few months, and I've been with Harmony Girl ever since. I am very cordial. And I talk a lot. I say eight words: hello (herrow), bye bye(rye rye), uh-oh, wow, mama, mow for mouse, Row for Ralph, and "right back" - Can't type how it sounds, but it raises the humans' eyebrows every time. I've discovered that if I sit at the front door and say "herrow" over and over, someone comes through the door. Cool, huh? Around the house, we say "uh-oh" if something falls over, and "wow" when something cool happens. And "mama" means "please pet me." There's more, always more, but I'm bored with this for now.

My Interests

I really dig petals from flower arrangements. Mama feeds them to me, one at a time. Catnip is okay. The Easter Bunny brought me some, and we grew it in the windowsill. I wish I'd gotten holda that bunny...

I'd like to meet:

The black cat across the street. And all the party kids that hung out at my house in the late 90's! Y'all were okay, but I spent some time under the bed, too. Right in the middle, out of reach..

Music:

"Jingle Cats, A Meowy Christmas" upsets me. It's cats singing Christmas carols, and I can tell they've either been pinched to make them sing, or they're begging for something. So while my humans are cracking up, I'm all worried.

Movies:

I sleep on the DVD player, by the lamp. It keeps me warm in the winter.

Television:

Not so much.

Books:

Don't be fooled. I just fell asleep by the ones in the picture.

Heroes:

Anyone who will lift me up to get the bug on the wall. A rare occasion, of course.