Nicknames: Brat Cat, Tag, Tagmont, Tag-Along, Tagster
Coloration: Gray Tabby
Likes: Playing with toys and tormenting the other pets.
Pet-Peeves: Taking a bath
Favorite Toy: anything that rolls around and dog toys.
Favorite Nap Spot: Inside daddy's bass drum.
Favorite Food: Kitten food
Skills: BITING! BITING! And more BITING!
Arrival Story: Hi everyone! My name is Maytag. I came about this name is a very interesting way. My mew daddy is cop and he got called to this place, and he met with a maintenance man who said that he found me abandoned inside a clothes dryer. Daddy asked him what was he going to do with me and the man said he was going to feed me through the weekend but couldn't keep me because he already had two dogs who do not like cats, so on Monday he was going to take me to the animal shelter. Daddy told him that shelter was a kill shelter (I don't know what that means but I guess it's not a good place to end up). So Daddy made a phone call and when the lady answered, daddy told me to say 'hi to my mew mommy", so I said, "mew, mew, mew" into the phone. Daddy told my mew mommy my story and he said he was bringing me home and would decide what to do with me. So when mommy got home from work, daddy hinted around that he really wanted to keep me. So mommy and daddy took me to a place called a vet clinic. The mew mommy said that I couldn't be introduced to my mew brothers and sisters until she was sure I didn't have any diseases that they could catch from me. The vet clinic is not a nice place either. They stuck things up in my butt and stuck a needle in me and took my blood and also gave me a shot that made me cry real loud and I tried to bite the vet lady, but another lady was holding me down. When we went back to my mew house, my mew mommy gave me a bath. It was horrible and I bit her on the finger!!! She put me resting alone in daddy's drum room because she thought I had been through enough for one day. Tomorrow she will introduce me to my mew brothers and sisters. I don't know what to expect, but I hope they like me and won't be mean to me. Somebody was already mean to me when they threw me in that clothes dryer to die.
I just celebrated my SECOND birthday a few days ago. Thanks to everyone for remembering my birthday and making it so special with your gifts, rosies, messages and special pictures. I'm so lucky to have so many wonderful and caring friends :-)
This birthday was a little bittersweet for mommy. She remembered my first birthday last year when Cole was still with us and oh how I tormented him. I guess I feel a little bad about that now, but how was I supposed to know he would be with us but a few more weeks after that?
I've gotten A LOT better since my first birthday! For one thing, I've become much more lovable towards mommy and daddy. I even crawl up on their laps for 10 or 15 minutes sometimes. I don't torment my sisters near as much as I did last year and me and the dogs (Conner & Kaci) get along great. In fact, I sleep with them during the day. I love their big doggy pillows and sometimes I stretch out my body to take up the entire pillow and Conner has to lay on the hard floor and then when he gives mommy the 'sad puppy dog' eyes, she realizes that I've stolen his bed. She eleveated the problem by placing TWO big dog pillows side by side and this way we can ALL sleep together without anyone being left out on the hard floor :-)
Mommy also remembers when I first arrived here two years ago and how I was so teeny tiny.....she could hold and carry me around in the palm of ONE hand. Now I'm such big boy, she has to use BOTH hands to carry me around now and boy am I HEAVY now. In fact, mommy needs to weigh me soon and update my weight on my page :-) I bet I weigh at least 14 or 15 pounds now!
Well....those are my reflections for this year.....I still have a short memory span, so I'm off to chase bugs or pick on my sisters or maybe jump on the counter and see what I can find to play with.
Okay.....meow at y'all later! And thanks again for everything, but most importantly.....your friendship!
Many of you know me as "Tag the Terrible" because I am a brat and always picking on my sibs and getting into trouble. Well....I have a NEW nickname!
Its "Stevie Wander".
Kinda like the singer Stevie Wonder, but with an 'a' because I am always trying to escape and wander out through a window or door. I succeeded once again tonight. I waited until the dogs were coming back inside and I slipped right through the crack. Mommy caught me within seconds and brought me back inside. She's such a party pooper :-(