Two years ago today my humans came and plucked me from my breeders house to go live in my forever home. I spent the whole 4 hour ride screaming and bloodying my claws trying to escape. I hated that they took me from my home and my family and my brother. I was 6 months old and MAD. I was so mad I did not want anyone near me or touching me at all. My Lap Lady cried for days because I was so unhappy and I hated her. She even considered taking me back to my breeder. Luckily my Tall Man mediated and I purred for him first and let him pet me. Then came the Lap Lady's lap and then came Latte. Chase- well he was HUGE and scary looking. I'd only ever seen other frootbats before so I didn't really even know he was a cat.
Do you know what I get as a Gotcha Day present? A trip to the vet. Nice right? I get to have my yearly exam tomorrow- whoop-dee-do. At least I'm bringing the meezer-sausage with me to find out how much he weighs.
