I am a 9 and 1/2 year old bundle of fluff (I swear, I'm not fat, just fluffy!) Ok, back to the real world. I am actually a rather tubby 24 pound cat. I love the fact that I have more friends than the feeder, and am always up for meeting new friends. Sometimes I wish I didn't have a brother and sister, but other times I am glad I get to beat the crap out of both of them. My favorite time to sit on the feeder is when she is talking on that stick humans seem to love so much. Sometimes she puts that thing to my ear, and I think I hear someone's voice, but I don't see how they fit in there. I just give her my best disdainful look, but she is so dense she doesn't pick up on it.
I love to eat, and like to play fetch (when I feel like, not when SHE feels like it) and I like to chase plastic milk rings and lettuce twisties. My favorite snack is anything that my feeder is currently eating, though she doesn't share that much any more. She said I am now on a diet and I have to eat these cardboard-tasting crunchies. Yum-mmmy! (Hear the sarcasm there?) I am plotting her demise, but have been unsuccessful to date. Tripping her, trying to smother her, and biting and scratching have not worked. Open to suggestions!
My new pimp name is Treacherous Q. Shizzle
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Many thousands of thanks to the artist that created this picture of my darling Josephine and I!
