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Hello and welcome to my page. My name is Michael aka Mikey, talker, smoocher, pest, pushy,
big mouth, pukey boy and red kitty boy. Since I wear the red collar (it just sets off my black and white color so well) my page is done in
red. I am what you would call a "Tuxedo Kitty" with a white chest and legs. Mom had thought from the start
that I would be the "devil kitty" of the group, but Padraig then took the title. Then I took it back and then Padraig
took it again. Its an ongoing battle to be the devil of the house! On March 12th I was 10 years old. Hard to believe, but its true. I spend half my time in the 'kitty kennel' because I tend to throw temper tantrums if mom doesn't do something I like. I'll poop out a turd on an area rug, or if she leaves a plastic bag down I will pee on it. But only if she doesn't do what I want (generally at 2am when I scream at her). So I get told "NO" and put in the 3-level kennel with litterbox, beds, food and water. After about a week of behavior modification I get let out until the next time.
I was born on March 12, 2001 and when my sibblings and I were
about 10 days old someone dropped us all off at the A.P.L. (that's Animal Protective League). Since we were so
little we were sent home with a volunteer to be fostered until we were old enough to be brought back. I came back
to the A.P.L. on April 27th and the morning of April 28th I was neutered and a couple of hours later was placed in
the cage for adoption. I was very very sleepy and I guess I looked cute so mom took me. I just wanted to snuggle
and be held. I weighed only 1 pound and was very quite at the time!
Well, we picked up Padraig (he and his siblings were going to be taken to the A.P.L. if his human had not found
homes for them also) and we headed on home snuggled quite nicely together in the blue kennel box. When the
car stopped mom took us out and we went into the house. There, to my surprise, were these two huge white
guys (hey, when you are only one pound and fit in a persons hand, Westies look huge!) They looked at us sort
of funny and then walked away. I guess they had both lived with adult cats before - they just weren't sure what
we little things were. Then I gave them one big "meow" and they knew what was in store for them both!
For some strange reason I've really developed a love of dry dog food. Mom keeps yelling at me for eating the dogs
dry food and not my cat food. Now, when I eat the dry cat food it upsets my stomach. What can I say?? I've always
been a big "odd".
Padraig and I joined CLAW - a club for cats who purr and serve. We figure we will have a lot to add to
their group for kitties who live with dogs! Here is our membership card:
 I joined Cats in Company along with Padraig. Pooh and Maxie are members (even from heaven) and so we decided to join too. Here's their nifty logo:
I joined Bella's T.U.C.K.s thats short for Tuxedo's United Cat Klub). Here's my nifty membership card:
**Please do not take** |
