The first year of my life I was bounced between 3 homes.  The 3rd was a nice old man who was real good to me and wanted to keep me but it was hard for him to bend and clean my litter box and once almost tripped over me so he asked his daughter if she would find me a good home.  She wanted to keep me but already had two large male cats, Max and Sammy, so she found someone nice to take care of me.  Max weighed 12lbs and Sammy 18 and I was so tiny at about 5lbs.  I had to go to their house first until my new human was ready for me.  So I had to spend the night with the two male cats.  The human lady was worried but I wasn't.  I went straight up to the big boys , smacked them both and then started to eat their food.  You could say that I made them my Bit@%es.  The human lady knew that I would be just fine.  I never made it to the home of the lady I was promised to.  I liked this one.  And my new human promised I would never have to live in another home again. 

   As it turned out I came into this new home at just the right time.  After about a year in my new forever home my buddy Max got real sick.  He had cancer before and beat it but this time it came back full force and he went to the big kitty heaven in the sky.  I was sad for days and looked for him for about a week.  Sammy would have been all alone if it wasn't for me.  My human mom says it is uncanny how much I act like Max.   However, I do it on purpose so she gets to be reminded of him.

Oh btw my best friend is a fish named Brandon Lee.  He is an asian fighting fish.  We like each other a bunch.  I drink form his fish bowl all the time and he just swims around.  Sometimes I even tap him and he just keeps swimming.  His dad, Bruce, is not as friendly so I don't play with him.  

My early years were rough.  I was alone and living in the streets.  I saw and did things no kitty should have to .  It was fight or flight.  I fought and have the scars to prove it.  One day I saw a house with a white kitty inside.  He looked so happy and I could tell he wasn't hungry or scratched up.  That was the life I wanted.  The lady there left food outside.  I ate it.  She left water too.  Then she left the garage door open for me in the winter.  It was so nice to have a warm place to sleep.  I lived like this for a year.  I would never let the lady get close to me.  She tried but I would always run.  I had trust issues.  But one day I just knew that she was a friend.  I meowed and then strolled up to her and let her pet me.  I had to stay outside for awhile longer until she could make sure that I was not sick.  I had it all Mites, fleas, a nasal problem, eye issues and I was not fixed.  I was one expensive stray.  But worth every penny.  I took all my meds , let the lady rub goop in my ears, put drops in my eyes, even took nasal spray.  I knew she was going to make me hers.  Max took me in too.  There were a few problems at first but we soon got along fine.  I am now the most loving kitty you could ever ask for.  I love all humans and I love dogs too.  I play with them and give them kisses.  And the dogs like me.  I love being domesticated.  It kicks ass!

It has been said that I was the greatest cat ever.  I believe this to be true.  I was not only handsome but a bunch of fun.  My mom found me at the humane society.  When  she walk past I took a swipe at her and then looked at her and crossed my eyes.  She knew I was the one.  It was just her and me for many years and we had some good times.  I taught her how to play the fetch.  I could fetch an item from anywhere in the house and bring it back. I could also jump to about the top of the sliding glass door.  My mom liked it best when I went on a rampage through the house chasing the invisible intruders.  I was so pretty that everyone called me a she.  I kept my coat so silky .  When "The Bull" came to live with us I had to show him how to be a domestic cat.  He was a mess.  Gobbled all his food at once, spilt water on the floor, slurped outloud when cleaning himself.  I mean really.  You would not believe what I had to put up with.  But after a few weeks at Max's charm school he was fine.  When it came to fighting, he had claws and I didn't so I had to throw sucker punches.  I would wait until he was in the litter box then I would run in , hit him in the head about 5 times then run out.  I would also smack him while he was asleep.  Those were good times.  When I got cancer the first time it was in my leg.  My back leg was removed and after about a week I was back to myself.  I felt so much better.  I started playing like I was a kitten again.  My mom said That I lost a leg and gained and attitude.  It was a tough decision for my mom to make but when it was over she knew it was the right one.  I lived another 2 years and they were great ones.  My mom couldn't believe that someone had taken a cat like me to the pound and how lucky she was to have found me.  Visit your local shelter.

R. I. P.  Mr. Max

Hi I'm Jean Harlow.

I have been wandering the streets for about 2 months now.  Last week I came across this yellow house with lots of flowers and a side porch that is kind of hidden.  I snuck up there and peeked inside the house and I could see 3 kitties in there and they all looked so happy.  Fat too!  I knew that this is where I wanted to live.  The human saw me and came out and gave me water and some crunchies.  She pet me too.  She walked around the hood looking for my home and went to the local vet .  She knew I belonged to someone because I am very nice and cute and I will walk right in your house if you let me.  I have beautiful greenish eyes and I wear 3 white gloves.  I seemed to have lost one during my travels.  So far she has had no luck finding my owners  but that is ok by me 'cause I like it here a bunch.  The girl kitties lay at the glass door and stare at me but they don't hiss.  And the big male, she calls him Sammy has come out and greeted me 3 different times.  The first time he really wanted to chase me but he listened to the human and was real nice.  His fur was standing up though.  Today she told him to give me a kiss and he did.  It was real nice.  He and I just sat out side together and stared while the human went on her walk to feed some other strays.  She is still trying to find me a home so that I can be inside but I like it here too.

UPDATE: JEAN GOT ADOPTED on Sept. 25th

She is now Cleo.  She lives up the street so we can still visit.