Ozzie's Tale

MEOW! Yeah, I know the rain's pummeling the patio, but I would appreciate it if something would get this door open, because I'm going to get out somehow.

It may take a couple of minutes to break outta here, so I thought I'd give you the short version about my appearance here! About four years ago, when I was a couple of months shy of my first birthday, my original person left town for about a month. She'd been leaving me home alone a lot with only a bowl or two of kibble left outside. Other creatures would steal it natch, so I got hungry. I was totally an outdoors cat then and lived about five blocks away from my current peeps and big sis.

Okay... pretty please let me out. No? Alright. I'll continue. I started wandering the neighborhoods around here to find food. I'm extremely good at catching all things furred or feathered, but I was sick of that. I wanted a warm place to curl up once in a while. I narrowed my choices down to four places which should become my new home. I made this place my new crib, with daily visits to Birgitta, three doors up from mine, where I get dancing lessons and other fun stuff. I have a warm bed here right near the heating, great food (which I only eat part of, of course) and in exchange, I bring lots of pressies to my folks that I leave on their doorstep. Mom and Dad can tell I've been happily busy with creative and difficult endeavors while they've been gone. And they do pick up all my leavings too, so I know they appreciate my gifts.


A promise is a promise.

Rain's letting up.

Here's my excellent but rare smile... Whew... I'm outta here!

Love,

Ozzie