I was born on October 9, 2000 on a Mennonite farm in Mint Springs, Va. I share a birthday with John Lennon, Jackson Browne and my owner, the Hotshotwhitegirl. When I met my owner for the first time, I crawled up her leg and sat on her head. She took me home immediately. I screamed most of the way home and she started to get annoyed so she put some music on to drown me out. The song Ripple came on and I liked it so I stopped and listened, hence my name. My last name is Fantasy (because of the Traffic song). When she got me I smelled like tomato juice because I had recently gotten in a slight argument with a skunk, but I won so it's OK. Now, I generally smell like a stuffed teddy bear but sometimes I smell like hotdogs and toothpaste (although I don't know why).
I was originally supposed to be a mouser but I got stuck behind the fridge on the first night I was home. In our current place, I thought I smelled a mouse in the closet and was rooting around looking for it while my owner was trying to find a pair of shoes. I guess I got so distracted by the smell, I didn't notice the mouse walk across my face and then run down my body and escape. So, my life as a mouser ended. But, I've made up for it by being the best bug/spider catcher in town. I'm a regular Orkin Man!
I like being outside but it can't be too hot or too cold or too sunny or too rainy. I tool around on a leash because I don't have front claws (I "accidentally" de-carpeted an entire house and shredded her fave chair in one day and she flipped out but I forgave her a LONG time ago). We have lots of birds in our neighborhood and I enjoy sitting in the window sill in the sun watching them play in the trees.
We had a bat once in the house and I had fun chasing it around but I got too excited and woke up my owner and the bat bitch-smacked her in the face. The nice girl with one arm who lives down the street came over and got the bat for us (although it was pretty funny to watch my owner run around the house with a stick, wearing swim googles and screaming at the bat).
I am very defensive of my owner and when she brings a new guy home, I generally don't like them so I stomp on their crotches while they are sleeping. hee hee. The Boy is nice though and he smells like cats too.
Life is pretty good for me. I have everything I could ever want. A warm bed (although my owner claims it belings to her), a comfy futon, lots of food and water, hugs and kisses, tummy rubs,a clean litter box and endless amounts of important papers to eat.
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