About me.. Miss Pocket

This was me... after my hooman got me not sick, that is.

My life at the start was far from easy. For some reason flames and things attracted me and I couldn't sleep and I couldn't find my mums milk or anything.

The hooman in the bed by our home heard me crying and put her hand inside the dark carrier. It was warm and smelled good, I didn't have much energy but I climbed in it and layed my head down. I thought I was going to that big rainbow in the sky. But at least I would be warm.

The hooman looked at me and started crying. Not my intention but she took and made me some yogurt and warm milk substitute with some molasses in it.

It was warm on my tummy and I ate till I fell asleep. This hoomans name is Teresa, I have found I am lucky I think. She used to help at the local vets office in Oregon and knew how to clean me and feed me.

I have 3 siblings, Feliz and Bumper, my brothers. Gordita is my sister and Mesue, a round feline Bumpy brought home. (yes, he is fixed but shhhh... he doesn't know that.) Bumpy is another story but to tell you a bit so you understand, Bumpy lives outside the House. He likes to mark things and sing to the moon and other cats.. He has much testosterone's I think or when they neutered him they forgot to take something...

As for me, my hooman found out I have hypoglycemia and her yogurt and corn syrups and warm milk were purr-fect for the situation.

I grew out of it and now my hooman who I owz is named Aldo.

I lived in Teresa's pocket for the 1st 6 months of my life but they say 'I am daddies little girl." He is the mostest awsomest thing since well.... since... friskies fishes.

I am on his shoulders or stealing Aldos socks most of the day.

I also help Aldo take care of his mom Tuly, she is in bed most of the time and Aldo needed me to keep a eye on her for him sometimes so if she sneezes or coughs or cries or makes noise I yell loudly and then run to go get Aldo.

I also do NOT eat meat. I really do not think Friskies has meat, it doesn't taste like it and I bury anything that is not healthy for you to eat.

Steak, Chicken, tuna and all those things they say I am suppose to eat, Yuck!

But, don't let my Friskies run out or I will let you know I am not happy.... at all.. *claws out and daggers sharp??*

I am 5 years old now. Dad says I am elegante.

This is the now photo.

and this is my family.

My sister Gordita,

She isn't fat now but she was ermmm round ... when she was little.

This is Feliz, he is my male alt personality.

He is Teresa's guardian. She is sick now, and he sits with her most of the time, watches her what ever she is doing to make sure she is ok.

Then there is my adopted sister, Mesue. We think she has a thyroid issue because she dosn't eat much but she is the butterball of the house.

Then there is brother Bumpy. He has his own house outside. I love outside but mom says that if we are outside we don't live as healthy or as long.

Bumpy doesn't care though, he is miserable inside and picks on everyone.

Well, it was nice to meet you all, stop by, post and say Hiya! *nose touch*