Since I am still new to bloggin, I thought I might take a moment to sharrre a little bit about myself. I'm not surrre what meme forrrm is but I rrread Miss Peach's bloggie and she has a grrreat picturrre and list about herrrself. So I thought I might sharrre some morrre.
Purrrhaps I'll put it in a list forrrmy so its easierrr to follow...
1. I am verrry gentle and affectionate. I let small, sticky people hold me. Even if they'rrre sloppy with theirrr grrrip, I do not hurrrt them. I just go limp like a stuffed animal.
2. I love to go forrr outdoorrr walks with my lady bean, Cat Chat Girl. If she walks that slobberry Kona on a leash, I will especially jump out at both of them, then rrrun and hide behind someone's frrront hedge. It is grrreat fun--like Cat and Seek!
3. I wrrrite my notes with a rrrolled rrr because I speak in Purrneez. If you have neverrr hearrd a cat speak this way it is verrry soft, high pitched, and the rrr is prrronounced in the back of the thrrrought--similarrrr to a Frrrench uvularrr "R". I rrrarrrely "Meow" the way that some cats do. I used to rrrwow, rrrrwow--when I was wanting some quality "Mancat Time,"last season--but my beans had me spade.
4. My best furrrend was Miss Bebe, but now she is a trrraitorr. She has been digging underrr the fence to escape frrrom the slobberrry Kona. Also, ourrr neighborrrs--the snuggly woman and herrr guitarrr man arre verrry good to animals. Bebe and I both visit theirrr yarrrd and play with theirrr old Schnauzer, Beau. But this digging made The Master of the Universe angrrry and he filled in all of Bebe's holes. So now she is stuck with Kona--and since Kona is still learrrning how NOT to put me in herrr mouth, I don't get to play with Miss Bebe as much.
5. Some cats will, but I won't eat any human food. It grrrosses me out. Even if a piece of cheese is offerrred--I will taste it carrrefully, then spit it out.
6. Loud, buzzing, fat flies--like the ones that come each summer to hoverrr arrround wooferrrs food--they zzzigg and zzzagg into the house and drrrive me into a delirrrium of hunting techniques--I LOVE THEM!!! Maybe I am rrrelated to Spidey afterrr all.
7. I will usually sleep with my beans, sometimes the little sticky ones, but the youngest of those locks me out of herrr rrroom. She says I keep herrr awake. I don't--though, rrreally.
8. Even The Master of the Universe loves me and he is not parrrticularrrly fond of cats. He says I am smarrrterr than the otherrr cats he's been arrround. (They used to marrrk his clothing with --you know what--and that made him verrry mad!) I don't do that. I play fetch with him and tag. He thinks I am hilarrrious.
9. With my soft voice I can wake Cat Chat Girl frrrom a dead sleep--and she will hearrr me, despite the fact that I am down the hall and outside the frrront doorrr. Ourrr bond is soooo close that I can blink at herrr and she knows my thoughts. I neverrr everrr bite or scrrratch herr--even in play. But I do play rrrough with The Master of the Universe. He likes this because he thinks cats should play rrrough.
10. This might sound strrrange to some of you, but I don't have any toys. Last Christmas, all the sticky little people liked my red, vinyl web stocking full of jingle lings, sparrrkle balls, and ancient, dehydrrrated, nip crrrumb, pillow mousies morrre than theirrr own toys. So THEY took MINE! Oh well, I still have my special trrree...and Spidey Man.
