I don't know when or where I was born. Must've been sometime around June of '93. My birthday is celebrated with my female human's on June 18th. She gets all the attention. I get ONE lousy birthday card every year from the Philly Phanatic. Guess that's better than nuttin'.
Yep, I was a blue light special. $19.95 plus tax, with a free bag of Iams thrown in with the deal. The only reason I was bought in the first place is 'cause my humans' 13 year-old darling pussy, Keebler, had just kicked the bucket. Oops, 'scuse me, I mean he'd just passed away, bless his furry little heart. Sheesh...I get so darn tired of being compared to this paragon of feline purrfection.
Anyway, when old Keeb zipped up to cat Heaven, my humans were so depressed that they had to have another cat right away, just couldn't live without one. Well, that's understandable, I suppose. So I was what you might call an "impulse buy". When the humans saw me jump out of the kitty condo in the cage at the pet store, they went into a state of rapture 'cause I looked just like their dear departed Keebie Weebie. Boy, were they wrong...hehe... I might look like him, but our personalities are completely opposite:) It seems Keeb was a sweet, loveable, lap kitty. Give me a break! I was a hell-raiser and a biter from day one, and I'm a hell-raiser and a biter to this day. Maybe I'll mellow out when I'm finished sowing my wild oats. Not that I can sow too many, because the humans won't let me outside. I do manage to bolt about once a day..hehe....gets em all torn up. What do they think I'm gonna do, run away? I know when I've got it made!
When I was a wee kitty I had THREE litter boxes in three different rooms! My little legs were just too short to make it to the bathroom on time, if you know what I mean:) I think the humans were regretting their bargain purchase. You get what you pay for, eh?
But I'm really a pretty nice guy. I can be sweet and loveable when I want to be, which is at least once a day. I've even been known to hop up on a lap for about five minutes. Keeps the humans happy. That's when they call me "lovebug".
I was a "lovebug" for a whole week once, after a vacation at the kennel. The Canine Country Club, they called it! I hated that place! I think the kennel folks told the humans not to ever bring me back again. I wasn't very sociable, to say the least. At any rate, I haven't been back. The humans think I was traumatized or something. Fine with me. Now I get to stay home when they go on vacation. They do have a friend look in on me, which is nice, 'cause I usually get played with and drooled over, and I get lots of good TREATS! I do miss my humans, though I won't let them know that!
I also hate to go to the VET!!! Well, I fixed that! After the last three attempts by the humans to get me there, they finally gave up. Hehe....I broke out of my cardboard kitty transport unit twice, and the third time I ripped the whole side right out of it. They got that thing after I absoluted refused to get in my fancy pet-taxi that I inherited from perfect-puss Keeb. He probably loved going to the vet! So the humans have to fork over some extra cash now to have the stupid vet make housecalls..hehe.....It's a cat's world, I tell ya!
The Litter Box