Meooooow!

1. My cat Sammy (Ramses)..I SWEAR I didn't do anything weird to get this pic!!
2. Hehehe..see?He's _always_ weird.
3. Missan!She ain't got no fangs left, but she's still the terror of the neighbourhood!Muahahhahahaha!

Missan.

Aaaa..where to start...Well. When I was a teeny weeny child our old cat Snutte died. My brother was devistated and wouldn't hear of us getting a new cat...he even got mad when I suggested we'd get a cow instead, which I till this day don't understand. I mean, just THINK about it...FREE dairyproducts and a pet in one!

When my parents divorced and my mom and bro' and me moved away though, a girl I knew knocked on our door and asked if any of us wanted a kitten. Mom growled and my brother howled..but eventually I got as I wished.. I was gonna get a kitten! That was around 1984 or something similar to that.

We went to the girls family and OOo there was a bunch'a cute kittens. My brother claimed I was too young and easily taken by kittens to get to choose so..he did that. He chose Missan. We paid around 10 cents for her, since you all know one shouldn't give kittens away for free. (Funny fact: The girl we got Missan from came in 3'rd at this year, -97's Miss Sweden contest.)

Unfortunately Missan never was or will be 'my' cat. The first night my brother got to have her in his room because he claimed I didn't know how to handle a cat. ahem. I still remember I dreamt about a gorgeous white fluffy kitten with blue eyes that night. Hrm. Weird.

To keep it short..Missan's my brothers' and my mom's cat. She tolerates me but that's about it.

She has no front fangs. She drove her own son away forever. She'll attack anything or anyone that moves. Most of our friends and relatives refuse to visit us if she's around...and DESPITE all this we love her. She has the loudest purr I've ever heard, and when she's sleeping she's soooooooooooooo adorable..just look at her pic. dammit!=)

Sammy(Ramses)

Sammy's MY cat, and everyone knows it...and I love telling the stori of how I came to be his human.

It was a tuesday...september 13 1994. I was walking home from school when suddenly I saw this tiny black kitten jumping around the parkinglot outside'a my house. Since I'm such a sappy dork, I of course stopped and..looked at it. We all know what happens once you start to play with a kitten...SUCKED IN AND CAN'T LEAVE. Well that happened to me too of course.

I tried real hard to be wise etc, so I let it be and went home..and then I couldn't stop thinking about it. It had looked sooo tiny ...and there hadn't been a mommy around or nothing. Eventually I went back out there, and yah, it was still there..

I decided I was gonna catch it, and put up signs to look for it's keeper...ooo nice and simple plan you think..cha'rite...nice and simple my ASS!

I spent _2_ hours trying to get through tightly woven bushes with thorns, while the tiny kitten jumped around and teased me. I felt like Donald Duck darnit. Lucky me my former friend Helena's younger sis Hanna came by, I explained what I was doing, and she agreed to help me. By letting one of their 6 cats sit in the grass an meow till the kitten came closer we was so able to catch him.

Yah yah I put up signs and stuff..no one claimed him...and he slept on my pillow every night till he grew up and became the STUPID, scarred, dorky, wonderful scaredy cat he is now. And OOooOO he's all mine =)
(He has a bad habit of running away for weeks at a time though =()

And yes, that's the stori of my cats. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU READ THIS! You stalking me or something???;)
*reowr*

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