I can't believe I've had the little booger for a whole year!!

A year ago I saw that little scrap of black and white bitty muscle his
way up to the front of the cage (over, under and around an older,
calmer roommate), plant himself by the door and NYOW-WOW his little
head off-- in a way that would soon become all too famiiar! LOOKIT
MEEE! LOOKIT MEEE!!

He got my mom's attention first. She looks for kits that show a lot
of purrsonality.

The funny thing (one of them, anyway) was that we thought he was just
yammering to be let out of the cage. After I brought him home, I
learned he just does that almost all the time!!

The shelter lady asked if I wanted to hold him, and I opened the cage
and scooped him out. He IMMEDIATELY snuggled right up into my
shoulder and started rumbling away, in that time-honored way known to
all smart kitties who've spotted a sucker and WANNA GO HOME.

So off we went.

The rest you all know. He no longer has much time for cuddling, he is
a very busy boy, with lots to do. There are bottle caps, business
cards, pipe cleaners, drinking straws and flannel mousies to collect
and redistribute throughout the house. There is a BIG DOOD to harass
a couple of times a day. There is a tail to chase, windows to look
out of, a lot of ridiculous faces to practice making at Mommy and
Grandma, and athletic naps to take (you can see some of the
interesting geometric designs he creates while napping, in his photo
album).

Of course he has grown up, and has acquired a rather strange little
body, long and round, sort of like a sausage. He has lots of
nicknames, like Sausage, Cannoli, and my favorite, Roly-Poly, Ravioli.


I know that IOU you all new pictures, and I will try to take a few
this week.






Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

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