Well, I've got quite a story to tell you. I am the oldest resident at the Lilleypad (not counting Mum, of course).
Some nine years ago, I was found on the side of a road near the old animal shelter. I was only about four weeks old and it looked like, in order to survive, I had eaten anything I could to stay alive. I fit in the hand of an adult and they weren't sure if I would live.
With perseverance and love, I flourished and here I am, still healthy and happy, although all these other critters get on my nerves sometimes and I have to put them in their place.
I just can't quite fit in this peach box, but I'm sure going to try.
They also call me "mustard nose" because of the stripe of orange on my nose.
Just checking up on things and making sure everything is in order. It's tough, being the oldest, you know. The young 'uns look up to me and I have to set a good example.
Sometimes I just let everything go. This is contentment and boy do I; know how to purrrrr .
Look at this. Mum insisted on taking me to a cat show. As you can see, I really enjoyed myself. I sure let those judges know too. It must have worked because I didn't go to anymore.
This had to be the worst day of my life. That cat show added a lot of grey hairs to my gorgeous coat.
March 2001
June 2001
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