I'm kinda a quiet shy guy. Since I was born totally feral, and
captured gotcha'd when I was almost three months old Mommy is very happy that I'm as interactive as I am with humans. I like Daddy, but he lumbers and it makes me nervous. Mommy is less frightening, and every night when she goes to bed I do too. I make hundreds of dribble-glazed blanket biscuits and flop so she can give me rubbins and scrubbins and spank my hiney.
I love my Mommy.
I love my fursibs too!
And I love being out on the Catio.
Here I am, hanging out with Salem.
What's that? I heard something!
hmmmmm, the noise stopped.
I'll sit here quietly and wait for it to start up again.
Mommy's sweet little Prince NotSoBright.
It's a birdy!
If you biggify you can see me chittering.
Hey! Where did my head go?
Rats. He flew off, and not into my mouth.
Mommy's bloodthirsty slayer of birds and mice.
I can see him better from up here.
My tail is all twitchy.
Now I hear an even MORE interesting noise:
The TREAT JAR!
See ya later, Sylvester!
I'm off to get a treat or three or five!