Kat's BioLink

Hello all you meat puppets. You've wandered onto my page. I suppose that means you want to read how I joined the Krew. Very well then. My birthday is not of importance, but you may know that I am from the southern region of this country. I attended a catholic school [don't get any ideas] for a bit, but it became less fun when I found out the nuns didn't take kindly to my climbing the Easter banners in mass like curtains. As soon as I was old enough to leave my mother and litter-mates, I set out on my own. I wandered aimlessly for what seemed like hours, maybe even days, *collective gasp*. Eventually, I found myself in one of the larger cities east of the Mississippi, in a bar called The Rat Trap. I was hungry, and the name caught my eye, so sue me. To my surprise, this place served alcohol, not kitty vittles! Imagine that.....alcohol. This bit of news did nothing to help out my increasing aggravation, so I decided to see what this "alcohol consumption" was all about. Little did I know that I was in the presence of one, Keoki. I'm still not entirely sure why he was there that night, then again, I try not to dabble in his affairs. Anyway, back to MY story. I strutted over to the bar, and ordered myself a Long Island. During my stay at the bar, I was pawed by countless men, none of which was welcome. That shit wasn't about to fly with me. I made a vow that the next time a guy even touched me, I was going to unsheath my claws. And that's exactly what happened. Almost immediately, I felt someone on my back. I whipped around to face him, and jumped up and behind me, landing on top of the bar in a crouching position so we were eye to eye. I grabbed the bastard by his red hair and yanked him up.

    The poor guy had no idea what was happening and began to babble on about how he was just trying to get to the other end of the bar, and had to brush past me to get there. Turns out I got my claws out for what seemed to be nothing. However, I was still riled up and wanted to partake in some senseless violence. I settled for shoving him off the bar, landing behind it. After the initial "THWUMP" sound of him landing, I heard laughter, so I leaned over to see what this guy's damage was. He was laying on his back, with a huge grin on his face, laughing like a mental patient. "You're insane", he said. "Thanks for noticing", I replied. "How'd you like to come back and work for me?", he answered.

     Now you all know that cats, by definition, are anti-social creatures, and need the company of humans only for entertainment and to open the cat food. However, I was a stray, and the thought of having a place of sorts to go home to sounded damn appealing. I agreed, but there were stipulations. I'm not one of those prissy house cats that can't go a day without a full grooming session, but I have my luxuries too. Next time you come in, take a minute to notice the things that go unnoticed. In retard terms.....Look Up! I have my perch above the door, furnished with my very own cushy pillow...I know you're jealous...and then there are the Kat-Walks, which are self-explanatory. I'm still working on convincing Keoki to let me bring my pet to work. I don't know why he's being so uptight about it. You'd hardly even see her by the bar, and most people would appreciate seeing a tiger....right?
     I'll be watching you when you enter, but don't expect me to act happy to see you again. I play favorites, and I favor the rest of the Krew.