I'm a pillow!

D is for

DOG!

My mom has a 13 year old Labrador mix named Sandy and I adore her. I jump on her back, attack her tail and legs, and eat from her food bowl when she's trying to eat. For some reason she puts up with me! Every once in a while she'll bark a warning at me, but not once has she bit me.

I love you, Sandy!

C is for

CANNED FOOD!

My first experience with canned food was back on the day that I was captured. Mom gave me a couple spoonfuls before she carted me off to the vet clinic. Since that day I have been absolutely obsessed with the stuff! It is so tasty in comparison to the dry kibble that the humans force us to eat.

Really?

Mom is borrowing a camera. I was sleeping when she decided to bother me.

Then & Now

I'm a brat!

 Today when mom opened up the door to let the dog inside, I darted right out the door! It was exciting and adventurous! That is, until I saw the unfamiliar human and dog walking in the street. That exciting feeling turned straight to terror and I bolted back into the house. I might try to do it again soon if there aren't any humans or dogs around outside.

 

Former foster sister Molly and I

Ewwww

I really dislike this dog! Her name is Lucy and she lives next door.

Me, myself, and a couple others kitties!

I was so little!