Garrett Harris 7 p.m., May 24
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South Park Cat Tales: #1
Okay, my cat saw me on this site and requested she be able to start a blog, too. I wanted to turn her down, tell her that there are rules and guidelines but then I remembered she knows where and when I sleep. I know her too well. So I'll humor her for a bit. She has done this before. Stella asked me to post a link directing you to her others. You can search by my name on that site and find all 11 installments that are posted there.
October 17, 2009 A.D.C. (Awesome Domestic Cat)
I'm not sure what Two Legs has told you about me. I asked him to give you a link to the other times I pawed out some things. If he's smart, you have the link. Since Two Legs appears to not be an idiot, I'll assume he has provided you with the link and you have read them, or at least some of them. So instead of going back over everything, I will give you the short version of it all.
My name is Stella though Two Legs has all these little nicknames for me. I'm okay with that, so long as he continues to feed me and make sure I get the attention I require. Two Legs is the human that takes care of me. I was once told my breed name is Bombay but that makes no sense to me. Where or who is this Bombay they speak of? I'm all black with round copper eyes. Imagine a panther, but smaller. I couldn't tell you specifically how old I am since I don't really have much grasp on the concept of time but again, I'm okay with that. Two Legs gave me extra treats a while back so I'm thinking that day was important.
(Poster's Note: Stella turned three about two months ago. We celebrated some.)
There was one of me that used to live with us. His name was Alo (pronounced "ah-low") but he's not here anymore. He got very sick and one day Two Legs came home with wet things pouring out of his eyes. I knew then that Alo, my best friend, wasn't coming back. That was a long time ago and I still I miss him. I heard Two Legs call him a Turkish Angora. He was all white with the same bright eyes and he had a ton of hair that acted as a very nice cushion, so long as Alo was okay with it.
Ok, so now that the introductions are out of the way, I should get down to business. Now, Two Legs informed me that the blog should preferably have something to do with the neighborhood we live in. Since Two Legs refuses to let me leave the inside of this box, much to my protests,-
(Poster's Note: I don't keep my cat in a box. I think she means apartment. And she's not going outside. Period.)
-I can't really tell you what's outside of here. So in a way, my insight into the neighborhood is limited to whatever view I have out the windows. However, I believe that there is no other cat that can do this as well as I can. I mean, I sit in the windows all day and watch the neighborhood unfold beneath me. What else are you looking for?
Well, it has been a while since I have pawed this much at once so I'm going to quit here. I will post something soon. It has been a pleasure meeting you all. And now, in fine tradition, a final meow.
"The dog may be wonderful prose, but only the cat is poetry." ~~ French Proverb
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