I haz a saad lif. Meowmie brawt home a foofy girl kitty dat hisses at me.
Den she goes an shabes me jest cuz I tryed to shred her fas wen she grumed
me. Iz so cooold. She did dis rite bfore it got reeely cold here. (Yu kan see how I lukkd beefor and affur I was shabed..) Den she
haz de nerv to move myne fud. Jest cuz de dawg got intu myne fud an gots
sik. She moved it so hi dat I haz tu ask her to lift me up to get to it.
I cant jump an get it myneself cuz Im 13 an no spryng kitty anymore. I cant
eet wen I wants anymore. I haz to ask furr it. Iz dat fare? I tink Iz
wastin away, an wit no fur to boot. Do yu tink I mite kwalify az a marter?
She has now put up a baby gate (fur da benefit uf dat foofy girl kitty) dat I has to ask to be lifted ober. (I can't jump well cuz I'm almost 13.) And din she eben shuts me up wif da dawgs sumtimes just cuz Iz was sleepin. An I never get any treets or toonas or canned fud at all. (Of course I don't alwez like them, but meowmie shuld at leest offer dem to me.)
And, yes Iz a boy. Meowmie had to give me a foofie girl name...She keeps sayin dat Iz named affer a boy basketball player, but eberybudy tinks Iz a girl by my name.
DaFURR salutez yoo, Dominique, fur bravelee sharyng yoor story to help awl kats! And, Domi addz "Tanks to eberybudy who voted fur me. Maybee now meowmie will gib me da wespect I deserve."
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