mermaidwannabe
10-16-2010, 05:50 PM
Hi, all --
My name is Root Beer. I am the alpha male, so I'll speak for all three of us.
We are mermaid's very pampered kitties. We're really very, very smart! You see, when mermaid was at the animal shelter, we each knew how to press her buttons and got ourselves adopted!
Oscar over there -- the short-haired blond tabby -- came up to her and began licking her hand. Mermaid is a sucker for hand-licking kitties. He was only four months old at the time. He eats like a hog!
And Casper, the jet black one, climbs all over Mermaid when she pets him. He drools on her, too. Really kisses up!
But, I, Root Beer, am the master kisser-upper! I was born deformed, with hind legs that bend backwards. I learned early on to press all the sympathy buttons I could find. Mermaid found me when I was only three months old. I, too, am a short-haired blond tabby with a white muzzle and white socks.
I play the "stop and moan" game. I played that one from the beginning, and milked it for all it was worth! I would walk a little way, scissoring my hind legs in a kind of egg-beater fashion. Then I would stop, and look up at my human with as plaintive a pair of eyes as I can muster, and meow mournfully. I then get picked up and petted! And I get carried, so I can be lazy! Works every time! Mermaid's a sucker for that kind of stuff, and all three of us know it!
Well, that's my feline two-cents worth. To all you other kitties posting on here -- leave my food alone! I only LOOK crippled.
-- Root Beer, on behalf of Oscar and Casper
My name is Root Beer. I am the alpha male, so I'll speak for all three of us.
We are mermaid's very pampered kitties. We're really very, very smart! You see, when mermaid was at the animal shelter, we each knew how to press her buttons and got ourselves adopted!
Oscar over there -- the short-haired blond tabby -- came up to her and began licking her hand. Mermaid is a sucker for hand-licking kitties. He was only four months old at the time. He eats like a hog!
And Casper, the jet black one, climbs all over Mermaid when she pets him. He drools on her, too. Really kisses up!
But, I, Root Beer, am the master kisser-upper! I was born deformed, with hind legs that bend backwards. I learned early on to press all the sympathy buttons I could find. Mermaid found me when I was only three months old. I, too, am a short-haired blond tabby with a white muzzle and white socks.
I play the "stop and moan" game. I played that one from the beginning, and milked it for all it was worth! I would walk a little way, scissoring my hind legs in a kind of egg-beater fashion. Then I would stop, and look up at my human with as plaintive a pair of eyes as I can muster, and meow mournfully. I then get picked up and petted! And I get carried, so I can be lazy! Works every time! Mermaid's a sucker for that kind of stuff, and all three of us know it!
Well, that's my feline two-cents worth. To all you other kitties posting on here -- leave my food alone! I only LOOK crippled.
-- Root Beer, on behalf of Oscar and Casper