I arrived at the house of Riot Kitty and Mr. Riot Kitty nearly 5 weeks ago, but I didn't hesitate to make myself right at home! Their dresser and bookcase make GREAT springboards. They were kind enough to have plenty of toys waiting for me. And when I want to play fetch with my little soccer balls at 5 a.m., they wake up! How caring is that?
Of course the bedding here is superb. I alternate between laps, beds, the sofa, and my personal ottoman.
The food is equally splendid. If I want more (I have to keep my round figure, you know), all I do is squeak!
Sometimes, though, I yowl. I get away with all of this because I'm terribly cute, as you can see. (That's probably what saved my ass when I was peeing on the floor for a few weeks. But maybe she doesn't know it was me...maybe she thinks it was Mr. RK.)
Now you might remember that my name was Vasil Plotcharsky. But hey, I'm already a black cat, and named someone on the Titanic? WAT?! My antics earned me the nickname "McNut." So now I'm Vasil P. McNut.
Won't you come visit our house?