I was a Veterinarian Clinic drop off. Somone found me in the engine of their car. I was pretty beat up. Lost a toe. No biggie. They brought me to the clinic and never came to pick me back up. Not a big deal, either. My mom had been working at the clinic for all of 3 weeks before she decided to take me home.

I'm a wannabe dog. Throw me around, put clothes on me, socks on my head, in the laundry basket upside down... I don't care. I'll purr the whole way through and come back for more. - I'm pretty laid back. Eating, sleeping and the occasional play time with my buddy Thud are pretty much all I do. All a cat can ask for, right?

I was just a regular ol' shelter kitten. Nothing special about it, really. Mom just says that I caught her eye. I have one blue eye and one green. - Might be special?

I'm not really a "people cat". I mean. I love mom. Don't get me wrong. It's just that... mean dad that has got me in a ruffle about things. He thinks that he can treat me like Suma... but I just haven't figured out how to tell him that I don't like the same things that he does. Haha. I'm more cat-like than any of the other cats around here. Although I do love to meet new ones (and trust me... we get a lot coming and going... something about fostering?) Ah well.