I'm the big boy, the panther of the house. The house was my domain (and still mostly is). The daughter of my family is called 'the little girl' to me and we fight often. But we love each other, me being her cat. Shes the only one that feeds me wet food (unless mom thinks she can handle it). I like to nap with mom or dad in their big bed. I blend in with their blanket so I scare them a lot.

I dont like to come out a lot unless its to go outside or if they have ice cream. I love my barbie. She blonde and I carry her around at 3 in the morning meowing my love for her. Her name is Sydne. My favorite pass times are sleeping, eating, and bothering the little girl. And then theres Shmoo...She came here a few years ago and has challenged me for the spot of favorite. We wrestle a lot, but when it comes down to it, we leave each other be. Whats the point in fighting?

I like being scratched right above my tail, REALLY HARD, which has given me the phrase "glutton for punishment". i have this trick in which I open the lower cabnit door for treats. mom reaaaalllyyy loves it but dad thinks its stupied. Though inside, he knows he loves it.