Even more about Leo

Yum. The chicken was good. So where was I? Ah, yes, I 'members. When we got indoors, I had a big, nasty fright, because there were two other cats already there - growed-up cats. One was a grey and white girl called Liberty, who ran away from me, and hissed and growled when I tried to play with her. The other cat - he was huuuuuuuge! He was a giant black and white cat who looked like a Friesan cow. Noddy his name was. He huffed and puffed at first, but soon started to play with me - just a little bit. Sadly, he's now deadified - I only got to spend two years with him. Although I used to run away from the humane bean when I first got there, I soon discoverified that she was the giver of all goodies - kitten food, kitten crunchies, kitten milk, and so forth. So I made friends with her, and learned from the huuuuuuuuuge cats that they called her Wa-Wa. So now, I also call my humane bean Wa-Wa.

Ooh - I hears the can opener. I smells tuna. Byeeeee......

More about Leo's story

'Member I was telling you how I got my forever home? Where did I gets to? Ah, yes, I 'member, now. So, I was on the roof. When the humane bean's friend's neighbour grabbed me off the roof, I fought her and screeched, because I'd never been touched by a humane bean before. But I was very, very sick with the cat flus, so I gave up fighting very fast. The lady who catnapped me could see I was very, very sick, so she took me to one of those scary humane beans who shove things up cats' bottoms. I think he was called a vet. I was there for a couple of weeks, with people fussing over me, and telling me I was a lovely boy.

Then, this humane bean came one day, just after Christmas. The nurse at the vet's gave me to this lady humane bean, and the new person stuck me in a plastic thing and closed the door. When she took me outside - it was very, very cold, with lots of snow on the ground. A big metal and glass thing on wheels arrived - she called it a taxi - and we got in. But the taxi couldn't get all the way up the hill to my new home, so the humane bean had to ski home without skis. Oh - I smells roast chicken. Gotta go! Tell you more soon!

Yay! Cat power!

Yay! We finally decipherified how to set up a blog of our own. We had a little help from our humane bean, but mostly we did it by our selfs. We want new cat friends. Well, I want new cat friends, 'cos my big sis (big as in old) is boring. I mean, what good is a playmate who screeches every time you bite her or pin her down and give her a good kickifying with your back paws? She is boring with a capital bo!

So I s'pose I'd better speakify a little but about me. That's okay. I like doing that. I'm seven years old, and people often think I'm a posh boy, because of my all-over blue-grey colour. People sometimes think I'm a Russian Blue, and I'm happy with that. Truth is, I don't know. I don't 'member my cat-mummy, and I never knew my cat-daddy. However, I've heard our humane bean talking about my early life. She says her friend's neighbour discoverified me stuck on a big high roof when I was no bigger than a hamster. No-one knows how I got there and I don't 'member. My humane bean says it was just before Christmas 2000. Anyways, there's lots more to my story of how I found my forever home, but I'm a bit boredified of writing it, now. Time to scrounge some catnip drops and have a snooze in my fur-fur. Bye for now! Will write more soon!