Dad adopted me the
first part of July, 1992 at the ripe old age of 8 weeks. He brought
me home, took me down to the basement to show me where my food and litter
box would be and I immediately ran to hide underneath the cold air return
on the furnace. These days, whenever I hear strange sounds or Dad
has people over, I either hide amongst all of the boxes in the crawl space
in the basement or upstairs underneath Dad's bed.
Some of my favorite things to do are:
-
watching to world go by the front window, but only as long as people don't
look at me,
-
sleeping in the sun, on top of the TV or stove,
-
pestering Dad while he is trying to use the computer
-
diving under the paper and becoming a big lump that Dad has to read around
-
chasing my sister, Tabatha, around when she gets
too close
-
reading the newsgroup alt.animals.felines
-
laying on the furnace registers so that I get all the heat
-
helping Dad change the sheets on the bed. I'd help make the bed too
but Dad doesn't make the bed.
Dad still hasn't gotten any pictures of me scanned but I found this animation
which I thought was cute so I made him put it on my page.
home
This page last updated 8/24/1997 14:15. 