Hello, my name is Joey and I am a Lynxpoint Siamese with crystal blue eyes - the ladies tell me they are eyes you can lap up like the freshest running water!) I am 16 (not a typo, btw, and still hot) and I pretty much rule the roost these days..most days. Ok - every single day.
The family I decided would adopt me, did so from the Humane Society when I was at my best-9 yrs old. I must say, my ravishing good looks and debonair charm won them over the instant they saw my rougish swagger in the cattery. (All you have to do these days is flash a little tail at them and they're in the bag!) The treat feeders didnt have a chance. And the poor deprived ladies I left behind wrote me cat scratch for months after I left.
Some time ago my trained back massagers brought home...'her'. They call her Baby and this.....tabby....was the most irritating of all creatures...sneak attacking me during my sunbathing...biting my ankles...randomly pouncing on me as if I were some two leggers 'plaything'. I sure put her in her place...once or twice. She never did listen. I even had to teach the little beastie how to clean herself...ghastly, smelly little thing-espcially after the two-leggers would bottle feed her. I didn't want any anyway! (not that they EVER offered, hmph!)
Yeah, I'm still the cats meow around here even if that furball does plan to stay. (yawns) I'm off to lounge around...I see a faaabulous spot of sun and I'd better mosey on over before the fuzzball gets any hair brained ideas that it's hers. Meow...
The family I decided would adopt me, did so from the Humane Society when I was at my best-9 yrs old. I must say, my ravishing good looks and debonair charm won them over the instant they saw my rougish swagger in the cattery. (All you have to do these days is flash a little tail at them and they're in the bag!) The treat feeders didnt have a chance. And the poor deprived ladies I left behind wrote me cat scratch for months after I left.
Some time ago my trained back massagers brought home...'her'. They call her Baby and this.....tabby....was the most irritating of all creatures...sneak attacking me during my sunbathing...biting my ankles...randomly pouncing on me as if I were some two leggers 'plaything'. I sure put her in her place...once or twice. She never did listen. I even had to teach the little beastie how to clean herself...ghastly, smelly little thing-espcially after the two-leggers would bottle feed her. I didn't want any anyway! (not that they EVER offered, hmph!)
Yeah, I'm still the cats meow around here even if that furball does plan to stay. (yawns) I'm off to lounge around...I see a faaabulous spot of sun and I'd better mosey on over before the fuzzball gets any hair brained ideas that it's hers. Meow...
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