Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11 lbs.
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Mommy's Little Monster, Monster, Beast, Kitty-Kitty Boom-Boom, Lucien-Bucien
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Licking myself; having my photo taken; looking at myself in the mirror.
Having my belly rubbed; being taunted.
Those little toy mice; shoelaces; mom's feet.
Favorite Nap Spot:
The bed after mom makes it; the futon; the back of the sofa; on mom's feet as she sleeps. Just about anywhere that is either soft or warm.
Besides my normal food I like 'real people' treats of lunchmeat and chicken. However, I only get kitty treats.
Guardian of the cat?!? Who are you kidding! If it was not for me this crazy dame would be lost. She is lucky I let her friend take me home that day and bring me over to her place. Yeah, I think she was supposed to be a foster mom for me at first, but then she realized how much she needed me. Suddenly a couple of weeks turned into years. So here we are. Now if she would only quit her job and cater to me 24/7.
Mom says she named me after the librarian in the Sandman comics because I liked hanging around on her bookshelves when I first got to her place. Hey, whatever. At least she it was not determined that I looked like a "Precious." That would have been ugly.
She says that sharing a bed with me is terrible because I sleep on her feet and legs and make it impossible for her to move. Is she not aware that this means I love her? (Yeah right, I am just doing it to torture her.) And yes, it is true, I do steal the blankets. I did not realize she had woken up that one time and had caught me red-pawed with the afghan in my teeth. Hey, I did not have enough to nuzzle up in.
We move around a lot (I think mom may be evading taxes or something). So I get to see all sorts of different sites of the city from a cat's point of view. Bet you do not think about what we see, now do you?
When I first invaded her life she lived by the "L" in Chicago so that allowed me to sit and watch the trains go by for hours on end. Not to mention all the freaks asking for free transfers up at the Lunt stop. Then we moved to the suburbs and I got to watch the bunny rabbits hop around in the grass. Too bad I did not get to 'play' with them. Yeah, that would have been nice. Then we moved back to the city, but this time there are trees outside the apartment and a garden in the backyard so I get to see birds and squirrels. Plus, there was some crazy cat that comes around and we talk through the window.
Most recently we have moved across the hall from some strange little four legged creature. While not another cat, I cannot for the life of me figure out what it is. I know it is not a rat, but I think they call it a carrot. Not sure what that is all about. I think she likes me though. Kinda silly looking, not being a cat, but cute. Maybe if she stood still long enough for me to give her a sniff. Too bad she had me fixed.
I also taught myself HTML with her books so I could make some side cash doing web design. Hey, my customers do not have to know I am a cat, just that I do some good work. Unfortunately, the market is slow. Just do not tell her I have some side cash; she is always telling me to get a job.
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|August 8th 2004
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September 19th 2004 7:35 pm
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So mom was nice enough to not once, but *twice* leave food out on the counter for me the week before last.
First time it was leftover pork roast. Dee-lish! And the second time it was deli turkey and cheese. Lunchmeat, my fave! (I just left the damn cheese where it was.)
Only thing is, I can't for the life of me figure out why she got upset when she caught me with them. Yelling something about me being a 'dirty lunch-stealer'. What's that all about, eh?
Well, anyway, I've got to go and stalk me some stuffed mice now. Gonna see if I can't rip the head off another one. For some reason mom didn't react too well to me hunting and killing the face off my toy. Her boyfriend though, he said something about having 'the hunt' in me. Ain't that the truth, my killer instict! Well, at least someone appreciates the lengths I go to around here.
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