ME ME! Tagged!

MeMe Game

THE RULES
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write about themselves (the seven random facts) as well as the rules in their diary. You need to select seven cats to tag and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment (via p-mail) telling them that they've been tagged and that they need to read your diary for more information.

MY SEVEN FACTS
1. I'm a very very friendly kitty
2. I love to run and play with my humans.
3. Food is the number one thing in my life, that includes mice! uuuummmmm.
4. My meowmy and dad saved me from the grim reaper and I lived with them for 13 yrs.
5. I love to hid/sleep in stuff, the car, under a tarp, under the sheets, what ever I can get in.
6. My first family ran away at night and left me on the street.
7. I am the king of the yard and NO other 4-legger is allowed to stay!

Kitties to Tag
1. Black Jack
2. Chin
3. Mangoes
4. Martin
5. Phoeby
6. Tux
7. Bootsy

Only time will tell

I have been with this family for I don't know how long but they either lock me in the house or the lock me out of the house. It's ok, the people on the street always feed me so I don't worry about not getting in the house. I found this pick up truck one day, it had a meatball sandwich in a bag in it and I was walking around inside it when people showed up. So I played it cool and they gave me some. I thanked them and went off but stayed close incase they had more food. The lady said she wanted to bring me home and the guy said no, he gets sick if I would scratch him, and the landlord (whoever that is) doesn't allow kitties.

Time passed and all of a sudden when I was out one night, I couldn't get back in my house. I was getting hungry and didn't see the car in the driveway for a long time. So I walked around for a few days and found junk to eat. Then went back home. There was this guy there with kids and they weren't my kids so I tried to chase them away. Instead they cornered me and the next thing I knew someone grabbed me and put me in a box. All the growling, and hissing didn't help, this one must have known I didn't have front claws, but I have back ones, and I used them!!! So I was trying to get out of this box and I heard voices, a low one and a high one and something was holding the top so I couldn't get out or see anything.

All of a sudden the box was being moved around and the top opened and I ran out, only to find myself inside some room with some weird noise coming out of something, that made me jump. So I slowly started sniffing around and checking out the place. No other critters lived here except human. This is a weird place, why was I here, how did I get here and without seeing where I was I wouldn't be able to find my way home.

Ok, I'll stay here but I want to go outside!! So these people started calling me Puddie, and I don't understand but there is something to do with Puddie Tat and some bird named Tweetie. The lady (mom) wanted to call me Chrismistopher for some stupid reason but the guy (dad) made my name stick, I like it much better.

So all of a sudden I'm going to this Dr. and they are checking me out, I'm old, I have no front claws, I'm not talking about my eye, no one but me know how I lost the sight in it but me and I just don't want to speak of it, I'm loosing weight and the Dr. figures I have a few years left in me. He said I was about 13 in people years. I never did ask, what's with this people/cat/dog years? don't we all have the same amount of birthdays?

Anyhow, mom and dad decided to keep me and let me be happy till my time came. I found out the one that cornered me was the landlord and my family left in the middle of the night so the landlord let me live with my new family even though he's the one that said no kitties.

I had lots of fun for the next 10 years with my new family. I even went to Cape Cod for a week with them, that was a long trip. I don't do boxes and just sat on mom's lap for that trip while she drove. I think I made her leg fall asleep because she kept wiggling.

We had lots of good times, and when I have more time, I will talk about the trip to Cape Cod, if only I can find those pics. I will. It's so nice to have humans that really care. meow...ppuuuuurrrr