My name is Mops and I'm a little female cat. Meow! I will tell you a bit about my life, not necessarily chronologically though.
Yesterday was my birthday and I turned 8 months old!! Waahoooooo! I'm jumping up and down the house, jumping all over the furniture, especially that nice leather couch, that's such a nice thing to play on! Oh and did you know I can make my humans do whatever I please? Yep yep, whenever I want they pet me, have me sleeping on their lap so they can't even get up to get a cup of coffee, open the back door for me so I can decide on the door mat whether or not I want to go outside. And these days it's bitterly cold outside, so sometimes I sit there on the mat and wait and wait for warmer weather but it doesn't come so inside I go again, leaving my humans to mutter and complain about holding open the door for too long and loosing all that warmth. Huh? What warmth? Oh, the one on my pile of pillows???? Mine mine MINE!!! So I jump full speed ahead back on the pillows to where it's warm. Whaaaaa! Eh? What just happened? I'm on the floor with the pillows! Do they wanna fight with me?? They can have a fight on their hands! Swat! Whop! Whack! There! I have big paws! My humans say I still have to grow into them. oh but I wanna sleep on my pile. Now what? oh I see one of my humans! Meow... Meow!... MEOW! Ah, finally! Yes, that's what I want you to do, put the pillows back in the couch, in a neat pile. There you go. Good human. Oh wait, before I go to sleep, I think I want a little snack...
MEOW!!!
Paw Prints,
Mops
