When I was just a kitten, They named me Hank. An indelicate choice for a classic fellow like me, I believe. They took away my claws - and other bits, then They said there wasn't time for me in their house, and they gave me to something called especeeay. I wasn'tt there long before He and She came to take me away. That's the GOOD news. The bad news is that they also took a less attractive specimen (IMHO). Oh, Kasey has been a burden to me! Well, She thought I was the color of coffee with cream in it, although I always fancied myself a tiger without the black stripes. Given that She loves coffee, Him and a guy named Eddie more than anything, I aqccepted my new name. CoffeeKat. I like the sound of it.
She is very old, and likes to give me snuggles. She doesn't care that I am incredibly cautious, and stalk pieces of interest on the floor. In fact, She makes sure there is somethiing there for me most of the time. She feeds me butter each day from her morning bagel. It keeps me going until my 9 AM nap time. Kasey feigns disinterest in the buatter, but I know she is jealous. So that Kasey won't get mad and pee in their shoes, they give her nasty, dry "treats".
Kasey has decided to be my boss - probably because of the butter - and stares me down. If I try to biff her, she cries, and they make me stop. Other than that, life is good. TTYL.
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