Outside

We getted to go outside our new house!

Rascal said I'm a scardy-cat.
Am not!

I jus' like takin' my time an' lookin' aroun' a lot.

I go explore when I'm ready.

It's furry big out here.

I sticked by Dad in case him was scared.

See Rascal, I am too brave!

Mom says I'm a camouflage cat.

I think I explored enuf.
I think I'll jus' look aroun' from here.

Maybe I'll come outside again some time.

Easy......

Dad's furry comfy.

Fev-vers!

Mom an' Dad wented on a bay-cation. Rascal can tell ya all 'bout that. I wanna show ya what they gotted me.

Fev-vers!

They finded 'em as they was walkin' around the lake.

I jus' wanted to sniff the fev-vers.......

..... but Rascal kept wantin' to give me a baf!

Him better not mess wif my fev-vers.

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Dad's

Dad is gone alot acuz him drives a big truck to fur away places. When him comes home, him dumps him's laundry by Mom's washer machine.

I love to sniff it.

An' roll aroun' in it.

I love mine Dad!

Game

Dad an' me play a game wif my nipper nana.

Treats

I learned how to sit up for treats! Dad and Rascal teached me.

First I watched Rascal do it. He made it look furry easy. So I tried it.

It is not easy at all!!! I had figgur out how to sit up on my back legs. When I would try to jump and grab the treat Dad would say "no" and gently push me down so I hadda sit. Then he gived me the treat.

I had to learn how to keep my balance. That was furry hard but Rascal said that's what tails are good for. Then I had to learn how to take the treat from Dad's hand wifout fallin ofur.

It took a coupla days but I did it!!! I can sit up for treats jus as good as Rascal. Dad says I'm a Smart Kitty. Rascal just says "Hmmph."

Me

I was adopted on August 18, 2006 from the Greenville Humane Society. Someone had brought me there in June when they saw I didn't have a home. I stayed at the Humane Society shelter for over 2 months until Mom found me. The shelter thought I was about 4 months old by then, so I don't know my purrthday. I just know that now I have a furrever home.

My new home has a Mom and a Dad and a College Student and a big black Cat named Rascal. He thinks he doesn't like me yet but he will change his mind.


I love to play and run and chase and pounce and wrestle and ambush Rascal.



Dad calls me Little Cat Zee because Rascal is 16 pounds big and I am little. Dad said Rascal is Little Cats X and Y all rolled up into one, so I must be Little Cat Zee. Mom calls me Catzee (rhymes with Patsy.) Rascal calls me Hiss. But I don't care because now I have a family and a furrever home and I am happy.