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My Life as a Big Black Handsome Gentleman

Goofy foster brothers

It's been a while since I wrote. I've been busy avoiding my newest foster brothers - Bilbo, Vector and Droopy. I don't know why my foster mum insists on bringing riff raff home. Vector and Droopy are particularly goofy. Vector trips over his feet all the time, and Droopy keeps jumping all over me, thinking I'll play with him. He doesn't know that I have a reputation to keep up. I can't just run and jump all over him in front of the humans!

My foster sister Gabby is still here too - neither of us can believe that we haven't yet been adopted. Gabby's OK - I don't mind her. But I wish she wouldn't eat my food all the time - she knows that I don't eat hers!

My foster mum dressed me in a collar and tie the other day - I didn't mind that so much - at least gentlemen wear ties (as opposed to clown collars and hats). I think I look rather dapper in the tie - don't you?

New Toys!

Oh wow, mum has finally bought a pom-pom toy for me to chase! I can't believe she gave away my laser pointer to the people who adopted two of my foster buddies! She knows how much I love to chase that little red dot, even if it isn't real. At least now I have some pom-poms on string to play with. It's a pity that my foster sister Gabby has to jump all over me trying to get to the string as well. And to think that she grabs it with her mouth - she has no teeth! How does she think she can bite anything?

It's just Gabby and me now, waiting for homes. Most people are worried about my urinary tract condition, but actually I'm a really good boy and eat all my special food and don't try to eat Gabby's. I use my litter all the time, and haven't had any problems since I started on the special food. I just need someone who will feed me properly and love me like my foster mum does. It's only a matter of time now. With all of my new photos, I can't imagine that anyone can resist my handsome looks and gentlemanly behaviour.

December!

Well, it's December, and I knew my foster mum would make me wear some Christmas gear. I look like a clown - not a gentleman! I bet she's putting my clown-photo on Christmas cards too!

My foster sister Coral has been adopted, so now our numbers are dwindling, and I'm hoping someone will want me too. Frankly, I can't believe the riff raff that's been adopted out of this house before me.

Mum's friend Rita sent us a pile of new toys, so I have a new mouse-on-a-string to chase. I love that toy - I can catch it so easily, but for some reason, try as I might, I can't get the mouse-on-a-string to go under the bed with me. I'll work out a way some day.

In the meantime, I'll just enjoy watching the squirrels get the last of their playing done in the tree right next to my favourite window. If they would only come closer . . .