Characteristic: Brat

Well, my story isn't too exciting.

My mom saw me wandering around the neighborhood and thought

I looked like I needed a home. I was so happy with her company.

One day while we were enjoying each other she scruffed me and put

me into a box (she calls it a carrier, but a box none-the-less).

She brought me to the vet and he tested me for all the kitty diseases.

They all came out clean.

The next day was the worst. They neutered me!

Oh, how awful, but I healed quickly and held no grudges.

It took me a while to get use to her and all the sounds around the house

but now I think I am king of the house.

I've picked up a couple habits from the other "kids" (especially Jester)

and my mom doesn't really care for what I'm doing but I just can't

help myself. I pick on 'Lil Kitty which my mom absolutely hates but Kitty

is so irresistible. I also love to scratch on the carpet on the stairs.

This is another no no but it is so much like the posts I'm suppose to use.

One of my favorite things to do is drink out of the tap.

It seems so much cleaner. When I drink out of the water bowl I have

to test it first by dipping my paw in. I also do this because it's hard

to tell where the bottom is. I don't want to get my nose in it.

I've learned to like being held and sometimes when she tries to put

me down I don't want to go. I stubbornly hang on.

Boy, I'll tell you though, when I don't want to be bothered I have

quite the attitude. Mom calls me Jekyll and Hyde.

All in all, everything is great and I love my home and I love

my mom, very very much.