My Meowmie found me, and she thinks she rescued me from a big old mean Tom cat, but I could have handled him. After all, I was about 5 inches tall, and really fast! Besides that, I fuzzed up and spluttered at him, and almost had him on the run when she scooped me up and yelled at him.

Well, she brought me home to Black Rock and fixed a special place for me. I have my own big cage with a box and blanket, a litter box all my own (which I learned to use quickly!), a couple of little toys and food and water available at all times. She said this was just an introductory arrangement as there are lots of other cats here and some strange barky things she calls dogs.

I moved into the main house soon and claimed my proper position as "Baby of the House!" Genghis is a good big brofur and let's me play really rough with him without ever getting even! I take naps wherever I want and am allowed to do just about anything, except eat off Meowmie's plate---bummer! In return, I give lots of purring and snuggling and nose kisses, and I always sleep in the cutest positions possible...