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So what's a cat to do....

Who am I?

I've lost my identity -- my long, white, crooked whisker on my left side is missing! I woke up this morning, looked in the mirror, and IT'S GONE!! That whisker was so ME. I know we cats lose a whisker now and then (I've even lost my one white one before), but I've had this one so long that I was sure it was forever. My pawrents used it to tell Teddy and I apart. Now all my whiskers are black. Now, my Daddy might make a mistake and try to pet Teddy instead of me. THAT'S NOT FAIR!

Hmmm -- come to think of it, their not being able to tell Teddy and I apart might not be all bad. I should be able to get away with blaming Teddy for half of what I get into, shouldn't I?

It's My Gotcha Day!

Six years ago this evening, Teddy and I moved into our Forever Home. My Daddy and Mrs. H (we thought of them as the Housekeepers back then) had lost their only cat, Clyde, who went to the Bridge. They found that the house was really empty without a cat. Mrs. H called their vet and asked if they had two cats waiting for a home. The vet told them about us, and they came to see us that evening. The vet had put us in a room by ourselves, so we knew something must be up as we always had the run of the office. They petted us and talked to us and asked us if we wanted to go home with them. Teddy was already in love with Mrs. H, so I thought, "Sure," we can give it a try." My Daddy told Mrs. H that we could be her Valentine and Anniversary presents since they were married on Valentine's day. She's called us her "Little Valentines" ever since (ugh). Well, it all worked out, and our friend Jack, who also lived at the vet's, joined us a week later after his pending adoption fell through (thank Heaven). I think Teddy and I made the right decision. They are adequate Housekeepers for us, and I have My Daddy!

I've been tagged

by Platelicker, to answer a few questions so ... here goes!

1. Do you ever wake your parent up in the night?

Of course, when it suits my purpose. For instance, I prefer the spot at the bottom of the bed, right in the middle. But, once in awhile, my pawrent's feet might be there. It's amazing the results you achieve by beginning at the feet and walking up the body to the head and then pawing faces. At the least, it makes them move while trying to remove me, and then I have my spot all to myself. I also enjoy singing in the middle of the night. Nothing rouses them more quickly than a Siamese aria (often compared to burglar or fire alarms). They can't figure out why I do that, and I'm not telling.

2. Do you ever tear up things?

Of course, I'm a cat. My very favorite is to shred newspapers. Just give me the Sunday paper, and I'm in Seventh Heaven. Do you know how much of a mess I can make of that much newspaper in four hours? That will teach them to leave papers around and go away. I've also taught my pawrents not to leave the mail on the kitchen island. You should have seen them trying to tape bills back together. I look upon my actions as a service to my pawrents. I've taught them to be neat and tidy and not to leave any papers around unless they are in need of confetti.

3. What's your favorite treat?

Anything crunchy -- especially Party Mix! Whoever invented them should get the trophy rosette.

4. Can you fetch something when asked to do so?

Are you kidding? If they want something fetched, they can do the fetching themselves.

5. Have you ever lived any place other than where you live?

I was born at my Vet's office and lived there for about seven months before My Daddy and Mrs. H came along and adopted me and my brothers, Jack and Teddy. We still go to that vet, and we are super popular. People who work there still remember us from our kitten days and tell our pawrents funny stories about us. They could only tell us apart by the way we acted -- Teddy was shy and scared; I was bold and always ready to protect him. When we were little ones, Teddy and I cuddled together and slept on top of the receptionist's computer monitor. (Mrs. H remembers seeing us there.) Then, we got bigger and one or the other of us would go to sleep and slowly slide down and fall off. We finally gave up on the computer monitor and chose for our favorite place the top of a cat condo in the front window. That's where my pawrents saw us. They thought we were a big black cat until we woke up and moved -- surprise, two of us. We found our forever home.

Now, I need to find some friends to tag.