Oh my handsome, darling Oliver,


We are soulmates! I love to lay on my back with my little paws up in the air, too. [It's nifty and sometimes you get extra tummy rubs that way, too!]

I try to climb in the refrigerator for impromtu inspection tours, too. Mommy usually catches me before it gets good, though!

Warm towels from the dryer are soooo great.

My waterbowl has pump with a waterfall and it's kind of like drinking from a faucet. I haven't figured out how to get on the cabinet to get to the sink yet, but I'm working on it.

I love catching flies and other little guys, too! There are still stories being told of my expertise from my old forever home...

When I want rubbies from Mommy and cuddle in her arms and it gets really neat with nose rubbies and cheek rubbies and root of tail rubbies, I get real excited and drool a bit. [Mommy says I am her cuddly, furry dribble-glass of love, whatever that means.]

Do you love me enough to hear the worst about me?

Ahem, here goes --

1) I am 'Catta Non Grata' at a groomers shop in my old home town. My photo is posted as an undesirable. [My story is, she looked just like a mad, evil drowner-of-cats and with that tub and all it was only self-defense for me to bite her. ]
I'm USUALLY very sweet.

2) Although I'm usually very sweet, sometimes my fur-brother Cassy gets WAY irritating. We wrassle out our aggressions and switch back to playing again very quickly, but while we're at it -- wowwy! My 'nom du WWF-Feline division' is the "Wild Whiskered Wahine in the Furry Bikini". Is this too shocking for you?

You are my Romeo,
Jeweliette Livvy

Uh, oh -- I forgotted what your mommy does for a living. She's not going to like me any more since I became Catta Non Grata!

Torn asunder just like Romeo and Juilliet! I'm going under the bed to recuperate from this horrible set-back. Parting IS such sweet sorrow, you hunky guy!

Meow.

[ December 06, 2001: Message edited by: AmberLee ]