Christmas Present Troubles

REWRITE
December 20th I was rescued from the middle of the street by Dogpack's cousin, who decided to give me to Dogpack for an early Christmas present. Entering the house with me cuddled in her arms, mind you, I was very content, warm, and unafraid...well I was uncertain, she announced to her cousin;
"I think I have a Christmas present for you!"

Dogpack and I experienced love at first sight. We were meant for each other because she was home 97 percent of the time, loved felines, was patient and kind, and understood my kitty adventures and need to satisfy my curiosity around my house. Yes, it is my house, but the people pay the bills. My job is to entertain everyone.

It didn't take long for me to settle into my house. I spent time on Dogpack's bed, played with the House plants, and knocked off the window sill the shampoo and other shower necessities.

Whenever I had the opportunity, I would scamper through an open door to see what else was around my house. I forgot about the dogs! Bella is a service dog. Marvelous a mixed breed belongs to Dogpack's friend, and there is a lapse of memory because it's been a while since I've told this story. This causes the dash for the cat game with the dogs panting and trying to catch me, and me well entertained. I've knocked over braille books, slid across the freezer; whee, scrambled to the top of the shower curtain; You can't get me, and when I get tired, I walk along the high shelves placed only inches from the ceiling just for cats, find a spot with a view, and settle in for a nice rest. There are three cats living here with me. We take turns on the shelves but usually, I'm in my person's bedroom amusing myself or sleeping.

One of my very favorite activities is rubbing myself on the hanging house plant that is on the trapeze over Dogpack's hospital bed and knocking off as many leaves as I can while watching them float through the air. When I'm not sprawled out on the bed or pillows, in the bathroom playing in the dirty laundry which is overflowing the hamper, or trying to send email without anyone's knowledge, my task is to get my favorite persons attention interrupting what she is doing, then walk away and take a nap. I'm just checking to see if anyone is paying attention to what I'm doing or have done around here, I meant to do that! The sink is a nice place to get a drink and roll around when it's wet. Dry winter air, yuck!

Fun for me is climbing on Dogpack and walking on her when she is asleep, waking her up, getting scratched and rubbed, then going into the bathroom to play, use the littler pan, and hang out for several hours engaging in cat mischief. Knocking things off shelves, window sills, toilet tops, and anything or any place I can reach makes me feel like a kitten...Oh yeah, I am a kitten.

Cat toys are fun, yet they don't give me as much pleasure. I very much prefer to pull a prank and watch the reactions of people and pets.

I fooled Dogpack yesterday when she had company. She thought I had scratched the insulation covering the air conditioner allowing old man winter into the bedroom room. Expecting it was totally shredded because Dogpack is legally blind and couldn't see I was innocent, she asked her friend to help fix it. When they came into the bedroom to examine the damage, everything was fine, I fooled her. I was scratching my scratchpad, hee, hee, hee. That really caused a huge stir among all the humans.

ORIGINAL
December 20th I was rescued from the middle of the street by a dogpacks cousin, who decided to give me to dogpack for an early Christmas present. Entering the house with me cuddled in her arms, mind you, I was very content, warm, and unafraid...well I was uncertain, she announced to her cousin;
"I think I have a Christmas present for you!"

Dogpack and I experienced love at first sight. We were meant for each other because she was home 97 percent of the time, loved felines, was patient and kind, and understood my kitty adventures and need to satisfy my curiosity around my house. Yes it is my house, but the people pay the bills. My job is to entertain everyone.

It didn't take long for me to settle into my house. I spent time on Dogpacks bed, played with the House plants, and knocked off the window sill the shampoo and other shower necessities.

Whenever I had the opportunity, I would scamper through any open door to see what else was around my house. I forgot about the dogs! This causes the dash for the cat game, a wild way to entertain myself. I've knocked over the braille books, slid across the freezer; whee, scrambled to the top of the shower curtain; You can't get me, and when I got tired, I would walk along the high shelves placed only inches from the ceiling just for cats, find a spot with a view, and settle in for a nice rest. There are three cats living here with me. We take turns on the shelves but usually I'm in my persons bedroom amusing myself or sleeping.

One of my very favorite activities is rubbing the hanging house plant that is on the trapeze over dogpacks hospital bed knocking off as many leaves as I can and watching them float through the air. When I'm not sprawled out on the bed or pillows, in the bathroom playing in the dirty laundry which is overflowing the hamper or trying to send email without anyone's knowledge, my task is to get my favorite persons attention interrupting what she is doing, the walk away and take a nap. I'm just checking to see if anyone is paying attention to what I'm doing or have done around here, I meant to do that! The sink is a nice place to get a drink and roll around in when it's wet. Dry winter air, yuck!

Fun is climbing on dogpack and walking on her when she is asleep, waking her up, getting scratched and rubbed, then going into the bathroom to play, use the littler pan, and hangout for several hours engaging in cat mischief. Knocking things off shelves, window sills, toilet tops, and anything or any place I can reach makes me feel like a kitten...Oh yeah, I am a kitten.

Cat toys are fun, yet they don't give me as much pleasure. I very much prefer to pull a prank and watch the reactions of people and pets.

I fooled dogpack yesterday when she had company. She thought I had scratched the insulation covering the air conditioner allowing old man winter into the bedroom room. Expecting it was totally shredded, because dogpack is legally blind and couldn't see I was innocent, she asked her friend to help fix it. When they came into the bedroom to examine the damage, everything was fine, I fooled her. I was scratching my scratch pad, hee, hee, hee.


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