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The Foster Roster

President Teddy's State of the Union Address: Time To- Inspect The Canals, Mr. President!

My Minister Foster Humans have decided that my little room is Washington D.C. and that the basement is Panama. I think mostly they decided all this so that when I'm picking a fight with my foster feline companions, they can say "Washington's paging you, Mr. President!" And then off they carry me to my little room. At other times they shout, "Time to inspect the canals, Mr. President!" And off they send me to the basement to explore the jungles of boxes and washing machine. Minister Foster Mom called the porch "South Dakota" once or twice, but I think that's a far stretch... I think she's batty.

The one thing that I have yet to understand is why "Washington" is covered in a pirate mural? Do my goofy Ministers of Fostering really think that Washington D.C. is filled with pirates and scallywags?! As a reformer of this here government, I'm forced to agree. But still, seems daffy.

I had a visitor yesterday. The human seemed interested in my glorious coloration and dominating presence. Too bad the human hasn't called again today to inquire on me traveling to a new home. Oh, well. I'm having more fun in Washington and Panama anyways. Charge!!!!

President Teddy's State of the Union Address: Peace- Negotiations.

I am hard at work trying to make peace with the three cats that live in this house. It started with Foster Minister Dad Human taking me around downstairs a few days ago for a sniff and greet of each of the permanent residents of this foreign land I find myself in. It felt at first like my trip to Africa; there was a water buffalo like gray cat; a sleek and dark running ibek; and a fuzzy, shy cowardly lion. But I greeted each with big purrs and even tried to rub noses with the black and white cat. But they were all less interested in meeting me. Growls and hisses the whole lot of them!

But today, Foster Minister Mom Human said that two of the cats were exploring the basement; the other was exploring the glassed in porch. Even Foster Human Dad Human was out of the house. So she let me explore the rest of the house on my own! Mostly I just wanted to let her know how happy I was to be our and about. So as she fixed dinner, I just ran around her legs; head butting , nose kissing, and rubbing along her pant legs. I purred at the top of my lungs and when she seemed to be distracted by onions or garlic; I gave her a loud yelp-chirp to get her attention.

I sure hope I can convince these three cats to let me hang out with them. And that I can convince these humans that they really need a fourth cat. But then again, you never know what the next adoption event will be like! I still have my paws crossed that that perfect human comes along... One less distracted by onions, garlic, and three other cats.

President Teddy's State of the Union Address: CHARGE!!!

I am pleased and excited to be here with my fellow Catsterians! It's truly a glorious room I'm occupying, and my plans include peaceful take over of the rest of this abode. Charge!!! But first it seems I must get out the door and past this big gray cat who likes to hiss at me. Hrmmm... Should I use my superb diplomacy skills and bring about peace like I did with those Russians and Japanese?! Or should I just use my cunning and guile to create a civil war and then plow through the jungle in a big trench?! Bully, I say!

No, for the moment I'm too busy purring and trying to meow my foster humans in here for more pets. It seems I'm completely and entirely addicted to human pets and ear scratches. It is quite difficult being this loving and dear all the time. Such is the life of a Teddy. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrs!