March 11th 2010 3:24 pm
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Mom has tried. She really has. If they ever leave, she separates me from Sara & Baby Cat, and I even get the run of the rest of the house.

But they left for a weekend and had a pet sitter come. The sitter did a fine job taking care of us even though I wouldn't come out from behind the sofa. But they didn't listen for the click on Baby Cat's door, and I knew it. So I busted in there and when Mom & Dad came home hours later, Baby was under the bed, panting with huge eyes and I was laying on her hope chest, looking quite smug.

Then next day Baby went to the vet. I had hurt her. Her ACL (or feline equivolent) has been torn. She will be fine, as long as she doesn't get arthritis in her other legs. If I can sneak in there, I immediately go for Baby's hidey hole.

I've been chasing Sara all over, and attacking her. Poor Sara lives in the master bathroom now.

Mickey is terrified of me because I'll jump out at him and bite his Achilles tendon. Jenny just gives me kisses, even though I usually bite her.

Mom decided 2 weeks ago to start me on kitty Prozac. At first, I seemed sedated, but that only lasted about 4 days. Now I'm back to the same Wally... bullying any fur-face that comes my way.

Mom says that even though she loves me, I'm not a happy cat, and none of the other pets in the house are happy. She thinks it would be best if I find a new home where I can be the only cat. Maybe even the only pet.

Mom has spent a long time (years) thinking this over. This is not the best solution, but for all our sakes, we think its the only option.

If you like big orange cats that kiss your mouth like a dad-gum dog does, please contact Mom. But know that your house is gonna be checked and she will be looking back in on me to be sure I'm being taken care of. Also, you have to agree that if I don't work out, you give me back to her, not to someone else or to the shelter.

*packing bags*

Please, give me a home to call my OWN?