When I first came to live with my human family I was not a very happy little cat!  I had been kept in a cage in a garage and was very scared.  I hid behind the big TV cupboard coming out occasionally to hiss, scratch and bite anything that came close.  Then, one day when all the human children were at school and my human Dad was at work, my human Mum sat quietly on the couch reading a book and I decided to go and see if she was quite as scary as I thought.  She spoke very quietly to me and didn't try to clutch hold of me, just gently stroked my back.  After that I slowly began to trust nearly all of my human family........I'm still not too sure about the youngest one!

About a year after I came to live here another kitten arrived..........now my favorite sport is baby stalking/biting!  I never really hurt her but it is so much fun letting her know who is the boss in this house!  She is nowhere near as smart as I am.......she explored too far outside once when she wasn't supposed to........now she only has three legs and we're all meant to be nice to her!

I like living here!  I get lots of cuddles, plenty of yummy food, warm places to sleep and massages whenever I want one!  I just wish I could work out how to be an 'only' cat again!

When my human Mum came to choose between my sister and I she chose me because I was the smallest and cheekiest.  I am lucky I got to live here because Meg let me pretend she was my cat Mummy when I was missing mine (sometimes I still try to get her to pretend - but she doesn't like it anymore).

I was a silly cat one day when I was 8 months old.  I thought it would be fun to go outside and quickly ran out the door when it was opened.  I ran and jumped over a fence to hide so they wouldn't take me straight back in.  There was an enormous DOG over there and he grabbed me and hurt me a lot before his human Dad told him off and gave me back to Mum. 

I was very hurt!  Mum rushed me to see Dr Jonathon.  Dr Jonathon and all his other doctor friends and all the nurses tried their hardest to save me and make me better again.  I had bites and crush injuries and my back leg was broken in two places.  I spent two weeks in intensive care having three operations to try to fix my leg.  Eventually Dr. Jonathon decided there was only one option left - to amputate my leg.  He did the operation at lunchtime on Friday and I was on my way home with Mummy by 5pm!  I felt so much better I climbed to the top of the curtains at 10pm (I waited until no-one was looking first) to show everyone I was going to be OK!

I can do everything I ever could with four legs and more!  I think it's a lot easier to lie around Mum's shoulders and I only limp if I think I might get some kind of sympathy treat (I can still beat Fatty-bum-bum in laps around the house)!  Sometimes it takes new visitors several visits before they even notice my missing leg (they get such a shock; it's very funny coz I luv tricks).