CA in a house occupied by friends of Kathy. The family wanted to give me and
my brothers and sisters away and Kathy got a hold of the Smarts (her mother and
stepfather). They picked me out of the others because I was male (of course!!)
and because I had more white than my black-and-white brother. And because Dave
sensed that I would be a better pet. The three-hour trip from Gilroy to Oakhurst
was a traumatic one for me at age six weeks, but I toughed it out and now I love my new
home and family. Tippie has become my mentor and has among other things taken me
to Mouse Management School. After nearly a month of Dave, to say nothing of the
other cats at MMS, saying "it's time - to catch your first mouse!" -- I caught a
bird, followed a few days later by another bird. Then I caught a mouse.
He was big, about as big as I was at six weeks old. Meanwhile at home Tippie, as well as Dave and Ann Marie, are trying to qualify me as a Certified Bed Cat (CBC). They say I have come a long way, but still have a long way to go. Well, I just wrestle with Tippie on the bed, like I do just about anywhere else, what's so wrong with that? But I get deposited elsewhere. . .
