Firstly, life as a cat isn't all it's cracked up to be. So many expectations of us...but all I can do is give you a glimpse of my life.

I was born on the 4th of July, 1996, and started living with Feather Foot when I was six weeks old. At the time, it was pretty scary stuff. The same day she took me back to her house, her sister and nephew rocked up. That's when I learned about protecting my tail from 2 year olds. Seemed the bugger had nothing better to do than run after me and pull on my tail, so I ran upstairs and hid under the bed. Sheesh!

To start with, things between Feather Foot and I were pretty rocky, but I was determined to make our friendship work out. So I made sure I used the dunny she put down for me. It was pretty funny to watch the look on her face the first couple of weeks when I used the toilet.....I never saw a human person's face go green until then. Had to put my paw over my mouth so she didn't see me giggling.... :P

A few months after we started living together, she came home with all this stuff for me. Heaps of furry things that I guess were supposed to be mice or something...geez some human people have a strange imagination...but I humoured her and played with them till it drove me insane - then I ripped the guts out of them and left little peices all over the place. You'd think she would take the hint...but no. After I destroyed them she came back with a heap more. Squeaking mice-looking things into my ear was definately not something which was going to bond our friendship, so I killed them too :P

One time of year I really look forward to though, is Christmas time because Feather Foot has told me of this guy called "Santa Claws" who brings gifts to all the good little cats. His present to me on my first Christmas was pretty cool :) He got me a scratching post - I thought the curtains and sofa were pretty good, but this thing Santa Claws got me was heaps better. Now my claws are razor sharp - *giggles thinking of Feather Foot's leg* - check out the pic!!! Oh, and the spider thingie in the foreground of the pic is something I was given for my FIRST birthday - when the nightmares I got from that thing started to die down, I guess I could see it's attraction :-\

Usually Feather Foot is pretty good when she goes out. She leaves the telly on for me to watch so I don't get too bored. I guess she has realised that when I'm bored, I can get an attitude, especially when there are plants in the house. And nothing is more yummy than her indoor plants. But when the telly is on, I just curl up on the couch in front of it and fall asleep to the tunes on the tube :-) It's even better now she's got cable, coz I can watch my favourite show....GARFIELD!

I do have one MAJOR complaint tho. Why is it that you human people have got no sense of humour? I've played many jokes on Feather Foot, only to be yelled at. Here I was thinking brown and green are the only two colours you go....but the list of colours seems to be endless. For example, pretending her leg is a scratching post (and seeing her face turn red), or hiding from her and when she comes home, racing like a maniac out to greet her (and watching her go white in the face - right before she fainted in shock). You really have to remember....it's funny when we do this stuff. No need to get annoyed or have a cow. Sheesh!

A couple of weeks ago, I got to sample my first real mouse. I was sitting there at Feather Foot's feet, telling her to get her arse into the kitchen because I couldn't open the cupboard door, and all she could say was "you are beautiful aren't you" and pat me on the head. Anyways, finally when she got the munchies and went into the kitchen, as soon as she opened the door I pounced in there as quick as I could and then ran straight out again for fear of her locking me in there. I hate the dark. I was in kitty heaven...sitting on the lounge room floor with a mouse in my mouth....growling a sound of joy. I thought it best to eat it in her bedroom where she could appreciate it too. But once again she did her dial at me. I left her a half eaten body at her bedroom door and ignored her for as long as she let me. But then she got confused and threw the mouse's body into the back yard, so I corrected her error in judgement by bringing it back in the next day....WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!

But in all the time we have been together, she has learned about my likes and dislikes, and is a very fast learner at that. She panics in a thunder storm....NOT because of the thunder, but because she knows I hate the noises a storm makes, and I have a bad habit when I'm afraid...I pick up my toilet and throw it across the room....poo and all. So she spends as many storms as possible cuddling me.

One thing I have learned though, since we have met.....she loves me. I never thought anybody would put up with me, and when she saw me in that cage outside the pet shop, I saw the look in her eyes. She fell in love....and took me home. So no matter how crabby she gets at me for the little things I do, I love her right back :) I sleep at her feet at night, and cuddle her when she is watching telly. I even tolerate the smell of her feet when she's on the computer. It's all worth it *sigh* :)