I don't know much about myself, due to the traumatic events of Hurricane Katrina I seem to have blocked out my life before I met my dad. He was setting up and working a helicopter landing zone and working search and rescue missions when he found me in a flooded church. He kept me safe and fed me food from his MRE (meals ready to eat) so I wouldn't starve to death. I stuck by his side all day. When the helicopters would land I would just shut my eyes and fold my ears back until they left. When it was time for my dad to leave and come back home to KY, he hid me in his shirt and snuck me on to the C-130. At first Mom wasn't sure how Kronk would feel, but I showed her she didn't have anything to worry about. I have a big brother, Kronk, a jack russell. A little brother, Zeke, and a little sister, Mazzy. I don't mean to be rude, but I am a little stuck up at times. I do what I want when I want, I don't care what Kronk or Mazzy thinks. They think they are the best because they are dogs. Kronk thinks he is the alpha, but honestly, I am in charge. The humans own him, but I own the humans.

I was found in a ditch with 3 other litter mates and my birth mom was in heaven. My mommy and daddy nursed me with a bottle and kept me safe in the bathtub until I was able to get around the house on my own. I have 2 older brothers and 1 older sister. Kronk (a jack russell) and Katrino (bombay/amer. short hair) are my bros and Mazzy (german shep mix) is my sis. I am not as friendly as my siblings, but I'm starting to come around. I like to hide out in the basement until the dogs go to bed, then I like to visit with my parents. I like to wrestle and play with Katrino and I enjoy snuggling with Mazzy. Mom and Dad say my fur feels like cotton, unlike Katrino. I like to lay around the house all day, looking out the window and playing with my capnip candy canes my grandma got me for christmas. I still try to bolt out the back door somtimes, even though I am declawed and am suppose to be an indoor cat.