One of my furriends pointed out that she hadn't seen much of me (thanks for missing me beautiful Rainbow). So I told the momma I wanted a day to myself, so here it is... My very own Mancat Monday!
Living Sculpture, I haz it!
Yes, this is me... Horoatio Petrushka Nutkin. the Momma and the Daddy have many names for me... Harry, Nutkin, Nutterkin, Buttkin (I hate that one and the Momma knows it) and Chinchilla Cat. That one is ok because I have a coat that would make a chinchilla jealous with it's luxury! Oh yes, and the Daddy calls me "parts per million". Something about this ability I have to smell the scent of his vanilla ice cream, bowl of cereal or any kind of cooking meat from a squillion yards away.
I believe you have something for me...
Or in this case.... chocolate cream pie. I never get any, well, little snicks of meat sometimes, but eventually the Daddy will give into my laser like stare. He won't share the chocolate, but I have been known to stare him out of the ice cream bowl, cereal bowl, a bit of yogurt on a spoon, and of course bits of chicken when he makes soup and cleans the bones. Oh yeah, and fish... any fish. Bluegill to Salmon. It's all good.
I was one of 8 kittens born to a momma who looks just like me, except she was tiny like Tipp. I had 6 brothers, again who looked just like me (you can't get too much of a good thing) and a sister who looked just like me, except she had long hair. When the Momma came to see us, we were all playing, but I stopped and crawled up on her lap, and the rest is history. I am nine years old now, but I don't feel a day over 5. I am a mighty hunter, and bring a variety of rodentia ( I don't care for birds) to the Momma and Daddy to remind them of my prowess. I don't really eat them, I far prefer my my food without bones (and from a clean bowl) I dine regularly at about 6 pm, but if you're in the kitchen anytime after 5 pm, you are obligated to feed me NOW!
Compared to my brothers, one might say I am a bit aloof. Not so! I happily walk up on the Momma's chest and plop donw for a snooze at night, but when I feel like it. I am not snooty, but I am not a "beck and call" kinda guy, I leave that up to Tipp the clingy one, and Dexter the love sponge. My goody spot is my head, I give excellent head pooms and I am happy to give you a bit of a face rub to boot.
So there it is, a bit more of me. Just a mancat, hanging out on a Monday, enjoying my noms, naps and the occasional bout of nippy bliss!