Hi! out to all of Doggyspace! This is pretty cool to be on Doggyspace considering I'm a CAT! I'm so glad that they let Kitty Cats be here! I real don't know how old I am. Mommy and Daddy picked October 31st for my Birthday or I guess you could call it My Gotta Ya Day! They figured I was 6-10 years old when I moved into their house. I didn't actually move in Mommy CATNAPPED me into their house! I will explain that in the About Me Section. I moved into a home with 2 dogs,Doc and Buddy. A Bearded Dragon Lizard,Sam and a Box Turtle,Wylie. I want to make loads and loads of furiends. Dogs,Cats,Birds,Fish,Horses,Pigs and I think I heard from Doc or Buddy there are Chickens,etc. Yummy! just kiddin' HA! HA! I won't eat my furiends! I just want to have lots of friends. The more the merrier! So I will be waiting to make furiends with all of you!

I'm a cat that lives in Colorado. In a small town. It is really nice and quiet here. Well,except when Buddy and Doc start barking. Then forget the quiet! I think I'm very handsome and beautiful and unique looking if I do say so myself. I was as I mentioned Catnapped. This is how that happened. My story begins in the Spring of 2004. My old family was very mean to me. Can you believe that. Just look at me. I have amazing blue eyes and a adorable pink nose. I lived if you want to call it that across the street from my now forever family. My old family didn't feed me or give me water very often. They had three very mean kids(two boys and one girl) and I don't mean goats. I don't remember which one but one of the boys broke the tip of my tail. I look at like it is a war wound because I survived the terror of living with them. The kids would chase me and drag me out of where ever I would try to hide from them. I think that is how the tip of tail got broke.They tried to keep me trapped in the house. This house was not a home. I didn't have a litterbox if you know what I mean. The people weren't very good at doing their business where they should. So you get the picture. One of the times I got away from them. I looked across the street and I seen a man outside this big door that was open. He was working on an old truck in his driveway. There was also an old truck in this big room. I later learned that is called a garage. I had never seen anything like the garage before or seen anyone doing what he was doing to the old truck. You call it restoring. I later learned he is a Mopar man. I was very curious as cats are but I didn't get killed.HA!HA! The whole scene said come on over here. So I did! I didn't know at the time that the man didn't like cats. The man didn't get mad and chase me away. Wherever I got away from the bad family and the man was out there I would go over there and just lay around close to him and watch him. I liked being near him. I would follow him around just to be near him. He didn't hurt me. That was new to me. I got where I trusted him enough I went into the garage. OH!my gosh you can not believe all the interesting things in there. On one of my visits I found a bowl with food in it and a bowl with water. Guess what it was food and water for ME! Can you believe it! The lady that lived there would come out and visit with the man. She told him that old story that once you feed a kitty it is yours. I sure was hoping that was going to happen. Everytime I got out and went across the street there was food there for ME!. I must admit I was a bit of a pig and would eat to much and throw up YUCK! The lady told the man that was because I wasn't used to having food and water all the time. Even after all this time I still do that. Mommy says I'm having something called flashbacks. OOPS! I just blew it now you know I eventually moved into the house. Here is the story continued of how I moved in. I was getting to the man more and more. I had the food. Next came a box with this weird stuff in it. I decided to check it out. I thought this might be a good place to do my business in. I came to find out it's called a litterbox. You do your business in it if you are a Cat. Next to the nice house is a big field that some people grow wheat in. Whatever wheat is. If I did escape the bad house I would go do there to do my business. I was spending more and more time in the nice man's garage sometimes I would even get to spend the night why would I go out there in a dirty field. The man would scoop the poop(excuse me for the language)out everyday because he didn't want a poop smelling garage. If the man hadn't scooped the poop and I had to go again I would sit in front of the box and meow really loud until he cleaned the box of my deposits. I hadn't made it into the house yet. Pushing my luck at staying there HUH!?! Remember there is the big field. I call it now a very large litterbox. Why would I go out there in the dirty field. Right HA!HA!  I used to catch a meal there sometimes. Mice.YUCK! The next thing to arrive in the garage was this soft red thing. I went over and tried it out. Let me tell you it was great. It was a bright red couch just for me. It fit me just right. I could stretch out or just curl up in a tight ball. I was so comfortable there in the garage. Terrible thing started to happen when the mean people seen me in the garage then would come and get me I was all fat and happy and they didn't like that. They seen I had bowls for food and water a litterbox for deposits and a soft red couch. They would lock me back up in the terrible dirt and I mean dirty house. There were bugs everywhere. I didn't need a litterbox there and neither did the people.YUCK again!  I would meow and yowl so loud to be able to go across the street to the good place. I could hear them calling me they could hear me calling them. They were letting me know they wanted me back. To tell you the truth it was really sad. The times I would get out it would get dangerous because the kids would chase me. I would hide so they couldn't find me then I would go to the safe garage. The last time they caught me I was held prisoner for a long time. They were being very careful that I couldn't get out. I made it out and ran across the street as fast as I could. It was awful cold. I ran across to the garage it was all cosed up tight. I couldn't get in. What was I going to do? I heard voices and I went very carefully to the front of the house and the lady was standing there talking to some one. I was brave and I went right up to the lady and the man she was talking to and she got all goofy and stopped talking and grabbed me and took me in the house. I haven't gone outside since. I had made it into the house which was a home. The mean family knew where I was but they didn't try to get me back. Now I can say it. Mommy and Daddy said they would do everything they had to to make sure I never had to go back there. The mean people moved away thank goodness. I'm the luckiest Kitty in the world. Don't you think! I have the mostest loving and greatest home and Mommy and Daddy in the world. I'm so glad I was brave enough to go watch the man with the old trucks. I do have Doc and Buddy who I will tell you about later.