I am a dashing 20 year old Tuxedo cat. I am neutered, but I am all man, er, male. My mommy LOVES me so very much even though my breath isn't minty fresh and I have lost most of my teeth. I like good vibes, people who pet me on the head, neck, etc., but I will leave in a huff if someone tries to scratch my lower back or my tummy. I am handsome and feel very attractive when wearing a new collar. I must suffer the presence of other felines in MY territory, but I am used to it and I know that I am No. 1!!! Sometimes I have accidents, but chalk this up to age, not slovenly behavior.
I used to spray in my younger days, but I no longer am interested in that...
Oh yeah: I have kidney problems, so in order to fend off renal failure, I need to be hydrated every 2 days at least. It sucks, but my daddy sticks me as gently as possible. Sometimes I roam the hallway in the wee hours of night and howl mournfully. I can't seem to stop it. Does anyone else do this? I also LOVE chicken, steak, oh, ALL table-scrap meats. My mommy doesn't eat the meat I like, so she buys me my very own chicken breasts. Even my daddy, who DOES eat flesh and does NOT like to share (he's very hungry), gives me many small pieces of whatever is on his plate. Someone my Mom and Dad knows calls me "The Dark Prince," but my Mommy says I am an "angel in a cat suit." This suits me. Woops, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Two Scoops. The history of my name is interesting, and I will share if asked.
