The Food Source is spending all his time calling Iowa Telecom trying to find out why downloading web pages is so unreliable, and reading blogs whenever things are working for a moment.
I spend most of the day lying on the computer table, so I decided to introduce myself.
Long ago, in a galaxy far far away (New Jersey, 1998), I was sitting in a cage in Petsmart. I was tired of that life. So when the guy who became my Food Source started looking in the window, I decided I was going home with him.
So I stared at him, thinking "take me home", "take me home", "take me home". I don't think he got it.
He kept checking out other kitties. I kept staring at him, thinking "take me home".
Eventually, it started to work. He started talking to me, and opened my cage. I hopped out of his arms, and dashed under the row of cages.
Hey, I was thinking "take me home", not "touch me".
Eventually he came back and put me in a little mobile cage, and took me home. The bad news is he took one of the other cats, too. A big, pushy white tom cat that insists on being the center of attention all the time
But I eat well and regularly, the litter box is usually clean, and there are lots of places to sleep in the sun, so it's a tolerable life.
Sleeping in her favorite box
Sleeping on Mom's bed OK, what do you want?