Welcome to the Cat's Meow. Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Misty, and I am the oldest of our family of three cats. I am actually eight years old, but, following many popular beliefs, my real life won't begin until I am ten! Actually, age doesn't bother me at all, but it does take its toll. I mean, there is that extra coating of flesh on my stomach.....

Now, for a brief autobiography......

At a very young age (six weeks) I was found in a rubbish bin at the local highschool. Not a very nice place to be, I know, but it wasn't my choice! The nasty humans who had me before had dumped me there. Unperterbed, I meowed loudly and a very nice human came along and rescued me, and took me home. I was extremely hungry, and ever since then I have been a big eater. At that point in time, the humans had three other cats and a dog, but I fitted in (eventually!).

At the start of 1991, the humans got it into their heads to move to another state, Queensland. All of us cats got packed up into a car and were driven up..... needless to say that we didn't like it very much! Anyway, it wasn't a very good idea, because we lost Tabitha and Tommy that year.

We moved again in 1992 to another suburb. This was the year when I was chased by a d*g and got hung up on a fence. I only barely managed to crawl home, and it turned out that I had a broken leg. Obviously, that was NOT a highpoint in my life -- I tried to chew the cast off, and lost some of my teeth in the process.

As you can see, some of these experiences have made me somewhat "sour" (the humans call me "beast"!), but I have my reasons. Being disturbed from one of my many catnaps is one of them, and being interrupted while eating is another....

Ciao for now,
Misty