Hi there,

Welcome to my little web-space. Since you've got so far I guess you'd like to know all their is to know about me. To begin with I am a cat, I guess most of you already figured that out by pictures but it can not be to emphasised. I was born with four siblings 9th of February 1997 in Uppsala, the fourth greatest city in Sweden. My parents mum and dad called me Philosophy Cat because I always sat with my tail around my forepaws and considering the world....The first time I met my mum and dad was when they came just to look at us kittens in April, maybe they wanted a cat but not really at that point. My sister and I played around a bit, that is she knocked me down through the hole in the cardboard box we played with. Mum and dad's heart melted and the next day I was installed in my new home.

To begin with I was very reserved at this new big place I've got myself. I missed my parents a lot. Every time mum and dad tried to talk to me I looked at them like they was about to beat me up. Eventually they let me be and watched the television while I checked all the rooms. In the end I jumped in to the sofa and cuddled up besides mum and started to purr.

The next few days I started to train mum and dad. To begin with I ended all the stupid stuff with closed doors. Every time someone tried with that I started meowing my lungs out. The next things were that I wanted my own place by the window. I'm a very graceful cat and don't drop things when I pass, but if they are in my way I deliberately push them down.

After the basics ruled was learnt I started to enjoy myself. The only problem was when they wanted me to meet the rest of their family and put me into some noisy bad smelling thing they called car and sat in it for some hours. I thought it was the end of my life. They had put me into a cage too. I sat their looking angrily all the time and meowed all the way...

In the summer I went with mum to her summer place...they put me into the car but skipped the cage stuff, I had shown I became a bit more quiet if I was free to wander in the back. It was a long way so I slept a while. When we arrived she put me into a new house a bit bigger then my own home. They also let me go out, since there were no cars they said but I thought there were too many cars for my taste anyway. In the beginning I was a bit frighten to be out everything was so big! But out there I met my first dogs and I sat and hissed at them and wasn't a bit scared sitting on mum's shoulder. I also learnt to climb trees. I didn't learn as easy to get down of them but when I started with a anxious "meow"  there were always someone there to help me down.

In the summer I only met dad a few time so some bits of me were glad when we went home again...but when I understood that going home meant getting in to the car again I panicked. But we got home alright and I realised how much I've missed everything.

Nothing much happened during the fall, but I grow up and was not really as playful as I was when I was just a kitten, but I still got play attacks from times to times. The next big event in my life happened in May this year. That was when mum thought it was time for me to be spayed. The took me to the vet. I sat in the waiting room, the same room as an evil looking dog. I crept in towards mum's shoulder and trembled. The vet put me into a cage and performed the operation. After a couple of hours mum came and picked me up. At least I think it was mum, she was very strange looking and a bit vague in the contour, but on the other hand the whole world were kind of strange then. They had put some stupid collar on me...I didn't mind it then since I knew mum and dad wasn't going to leave me and they would take that stuff of me right away when they saw it. But no! I came home, realising I had problems walking. I sat down patiently looking at mum so she would understand it was time to take it off. But she didn't get the point. So I  went to the food and showed what problems I had eaten...All you who'd ever wore a collar knows it makes it almost impossible to drink. In ten days they resisted my pitiful meowing and sad looks. After that they finally took it off and good riddance I say. Hope I never have to see that again.

Well, that is my life in a nutshell. Of course I will put some more stuff here if something exciting happens. In the mean time I think I'll get some Friskies and then do the thing I love most. That is sleep.

Nice of you to drop by!

***purr***

My

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