Tasty Tuesday

Every night when dad does the dishes, I like to help.  Because I am a good boy (Huffle: NO YOU"RE NOT!) and because you never know when you might find a tasty morsel for yourself.

Tired

I've had a busy weekend. Some of mum's friends came over yesterday (they didn't bring me any new mouses - this is getting out of hand) but they did play with me and tell me how pretty I am. Well duh, as if I didn't know that already.

Saturday mum did some washing so I had to supervise the clothes being hung out on the line. If I don't watch her mum gets it wrong sometimes. Then I was tired and had to have a nap. It was a nice sunny day so I lay out in the backyard and soaked up some rays.

This morning mum caught me chasing my tail again. What can I say, if I had new mouses to play with I wouldn't have to do it. Speaking of mouses, my favourite grey one has gone missing. I'm blaming Salvador. He still hates me.

Turbo has put up the new food pyramid that we all need to be aware of. I have asked if I would be allowed to substitute ham for bacon, as I really like ham. If he says no I will just eat bacon, like he says I should.

How I got here

When I was nearly five years old, I ended up at the Cat Protection Society shelter in Greensborough. I had been there for about three months when mum and dad came to rescue me. They looked at lots of kitties but I was the only one who didn't try and scratch dad when he patted me. They looked into my eyes and were instantly under my spell.

That was at Christmas in 2005. Mum bought me for dad as a Christmas present. I think I am the best present he has ever received.

Nobody really knows how or why I ended up at the Cat Protection Society and I can't really talk about it. The CPS people were nice to me and gave me food and shelter but I was afraid of all the other cats, and I didn't get to eat enough because I was so scared.

When mum and dad took me to my fur-ever home, and I had food available all the time (except when Salvador is eating, but that's another story) I ate so much I made myself sick. And I got very fat! Now my fur is nice and shiny and smooth, and I'm not quite so fat - just festively plump.

Mum and dad think I might have been abused as a little kitten. I was so afraid of people when they first brought me home, and when a man in big boots came to visit I ran away from him. And I HATE having my belly touched. No belly rubs for me, they scare me. I growl and try to bite dad when he does that to me.

But I'm so happy in my new home!