September 17th 2006 11:42 pm
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Well, I always knew that these guys were suckers if I could just get my claws in the door. Sure enough, I convinced the "foster" folks that I would never be as happy as I was right here. So I charmed a few of the home team cats, and wore my diapers when the folks were looking (gave em that much needed hope, hehe). All in all it's turned out great for me, I get to sleep in a huge bed, chase some mad chickens and periodically get to scare the old cat (goose). I do have to deal with some truly undesirable things tho. Take Hallie for instance, PLEASE, Take her!. She corners me like I'm a mouse or something, then she beats me up. I appreciate how all you cat lovers think she is handicapped, but it's an act!! As soon as you turn your back she is kicking my a$$! So then there is this diaper thing. I just can't take it! I'm a grown cat, fully adult. They have alot of nerve making me out as some little baby! Alas, there is the problem with the "normal" cats. They treat us "special angels" like we are beneath them! Monsta and Frankenstein are aptly named and will get their just desserts if it's the last thing I do!! Well, I don't want to seem ungrateful, soon I will have them all serving me just like the humans do. TATA for now!
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