Hello everyone. My names Mogakai and I'm new to the forum. I'm from Ohio and my cat's name is Senator Kibbles 'n Bits.
About 6 months ago a mangy black cat decided to have two kittens under my porch. A black one that took after her mother, and and beautiful orange kitten with white and dark orange stripes.
The same day the kittens were weened Mangy Cat took off and was never seen again. The black kitten died about a week later, but the orange one lived so I brought him inside. I named him Senator Kibbles 'n Bits and we've been best friends ever since.
He's still only a kitten but he's big for his size, with a long gorgeous tail and a very muscular body. Personality wise, he's completely insane. Maybe he has abandonment issues, but he is absolutely nuts. It's nearly impossible to pet him because anytime you put your hands or feet near him he tears into them. There's no malice in his actions and I know he's just playing, but that doesn't heal my innumerable battle wounds. I still love the little guy though.
His favorite things are beef jerky, bells, killing things, and hiding inside things and attacking people's feet when they walk past.
I tried to get some pictures of him, but he sensed my plan and shredded my legs into ribbons.
About 6 months ago a mangy black cat decided to have two kittens under my porch. A black one that took after her mother, and and beautiful orange kitten with white and dark orange stripes.
The same day the kittens were weened Mangy Cat took off and was never seen again. The black kitten died about a week later, but the orange one lived so I brought him inside. I named him Senator Kibbles 'n Bits and we've been best friends ever since.
He's still only a kitten but he's big for his size, with a long gorgeous tail and a very muscular body. Personality wise, he's completely insane. Maybe he has abandonment issues, but he is absolutely nuts. It's nearly impossible to pet him because anytime you put your hands or feet near him he tears into them. There's no malice in his actions and I know he's just playing, but that doesn't heal my innumerable battle wounds. I still love the little guy though.
His favorite things are beef jerky, bells, killing things, and hiding inside things and attacking people's feet when they walk past.
I tried to get some pictures of him, but he sensed my plan and shredded my legs into ribbons.
