I was adopted by them when I was only three weeks old. I was found by a very nice co-worker of my mom on a roadside lost and almost dead from fireant bites and adopted by my family who took me to the vet and nursed me back to health. My dad tries to pretend that he doesn't like me much, but when there is no one but us home, he pets me and plays with me. I like to sleep on my brother Michael's bed and get my fur all over it. My little sister Sara is okay I guess, except when she is bored and wants to dress me in her doll clothes. My mom takes very good care of me and gives me lots of affection. I used to pretend that I didn't want to be petted, but that game is old and now I stretch out and take it like a good kitty.
My mom says that since I was weaned from my biological mother too early, I am very aggressive in my playing. I don't use claws much, but I like to use my teeth. I also like to chase her around the house and attack her ankles. I also like to attack her arms and legs when she sits on the bed and see if I can make teeth marks in her skin. She always tells me to stop when I play like that, but she is laughing and smiling so I don't stop until I'm bored with the game. I have a new game that I like to play with my sister, Sara. When she is sitting on the floor, I go sit in front of her sideways and put my ears back with my head down and stare at her and she starts screaming for help. She thinks I look ferocious when I do that.
If you expected to see some Hello Kitty images here, go to my sister, Sara's page. I think I would like to eat Hello Kitty for breakfast. Actually, I would probably just chew her arms and legs off and leave the rest of her by my food bowl to snack on later. As soon as my parents get a scanner (soon they tell me) they are going to put some cute pictures of me here.
Here are my mom's favorite kitty graphics links: