The cat who owns a friend of my human had kittens. The kittens, of course, were me and my litter mates. When my human's friend showed her the picture of the litter, she fell in love with the one black kitten ... ME! So she cleaned up her bedroom and did odd jobs around the house, trying to get her dad to let her have me. Well, he finally cracked the day before Easter. So she got me as a early Easter present! A couple of days after they brought me home, they figured out that I was probably the last one conceived in the litter and that I probably had a different dad than my littermates because I was the smallest kitten and also the only black one. All the others were blue. I now live with two other cats, Princess and Roxanne, and also a turtle named Fargo (who I love to torment). The humans say that I am the wierdest cat they have ever had ... my back legs are longer than my body, so when I sit down, they go past my nose. Also my tail is so long it can wrap around my whole body. I heard that some cats don't even have tails. They must feel deprived.
I have found that I can hide in the shadows, blend into black shoes ... or black pants left lying around. Now if the humans would just stop falling over me.
Around the house, I am the Annihilator, Tormentor of Plastic Bags. No plastic bag is safe from me.
Are there any more cats out there? My owner would like to hear from you.