I'm six years old now! and I grew up "on the streets", as they say, until Michael took me in. I'm an only cat, and manage the household very efficiently for Michael. I have one odd personal quirk, which is that I adopt a certain place in the house, and can't be budged (except for necessary functions, of course), for several days -- up to a week -- at a time, and then abandon it, often forever. Go figure. One of these days Michael will probably send me to to a cat psychiatrist, but until then I just enjoy keeping him and his friends guessing.

Some of my recent places, in approximate order, have included:

• In a little box on the kitchen counter.
• On top of the old laser printer.
• Next to the bedroom window.
• On top of the TV.
• On top of the fax machine.
• On the dining room table, neatly curled up on a placemat.
• Curled up on top of the heating vent in Michael's bedroom.

Most recently, during the autumn of 2001, I can often be found:

• On the left side of the couch in the living room. It's a good thing it has white upholstery, since I leave a lot of cat hair on it!

I have my own photo page now, too!

Yawwwwwn! All this writing is making me tired and a little bit hungry. Perhaps I will have more to say a bit later, after a snack (tuna water...my favorite!) and a nice nap.

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