Never trust Whitey Cat

Here I am as an ecapee, looking for grass to to eat and dirt to roll in!

On top of the Puffy Cat. My Bridge Brofer Dusty loved to sit here.

Helping with Groceries.

The Baby is the smartest kat Daddy & I have ever lived with. Hi, Kat Mommy here. Seriously, if The Baby (and the "The" is part of her diva name) had thumbs she would rule the world. Right, Baby?

The Baby: "Meh."

Mommy: Don't you want to talk? You're always the first one to come greet visitors and liberally be-fur them.

The Baby: "Meh."


Mommy: There's crunchy treats involved!

The Baby: I said MEH! But if there's treats, OK! First, let me see if that nasty Tiny Johnson is around...the nerve of that boy, when I used to groom him and play with him before he got so HUGE and decided he'd like to EAT me...OK, looks like it's safe.

Mommy & Daddy already had two white cats--Fuzzy & Chuckles, before they got me, too. Daddy mentioned to a guy in a waiting room that he "collected" white cats and the man said he had one that showed up at his house! Well, that was me. They collected me the next day and even as a half-grown kitten I was fiesty. I had a black smudge on my head that they thought was oil, but actually it was a "kitten cap" of black furs! I turned pure white eventually.

My main goal in life is to escape the house and roll in dirt, and for some reason Mommy disapproves of this. One time I got all good and red rolling in the desert dirt before Mommy captured me and shoved me in the shower stall for a *gasp* bath! Later, as she cleaned up the horrible red muddy mess she said she "didn't know cats could jump high enough to clear shower stall doors". Well Mommy, now you do!

Me & Kona are the last of the Illinois Kats. Kona road in a car to our new Lounge, but I got here in a plane stuffed in a bag! The so-called airline-approved carriers were too big for carry-on, so a nice lady put me in a fabric bag and I rode four hours in a plane under the seat! My brother Chuckles did too! We were very good and I didn't say "meh" once.

I'm a champion biscuit-maker. I like to get some fresh fuzzy blankie in my mouth and suck and knead away with all four legs...Daddy calls it the "sucky dance", which really is a pretty good description. I'm also in love with the dryer. I have a special bed just for me on the dryer and when it's running, I'm there. In fact, I kinda lived on the dryer for almost a year--it's a nice place!

Tomorrow you'll get to meet Maui. Fasten your seatbelts and hold on! He's the craziest boy in the Lounge...but you'll see for yourself soon enough!


"Meh"