Dexter
(the new member of the Lathrop family)
Not long after saying "Goodbye" to Madame Pooskavich at the end of her nine lives (Valentine's Day, 2000), the Lathrops decided to adopt me. I was born in April '99, and I was already 19 months old when the Lathrops met me. I saw them looking at little kittens, but I charmed them and persuaded them to take me instead. I really can be quite charming when I want to be.
Of course, I don't ALWAYS want to be charming. I must maintain a certain amount of dignity,
after all. And I have rules that I expect people to respect.
Rule #1 is:
Don't even think about picking me up when I'm not in the mood to be cuddled or picked up.
And Rule #2 is:
Be prepared for some unpleasant consequences if you break Rule #1. I still have my claws, and I know
how to use 'em! And I just might bite you, too, if you break Rule #1.
I let the Mommy break those rules most of the time, but I enforce them more with the Daddy 'cuz I think it's important that I show him who's boss. I'll let him pet me sometimes, and I'll even let him pick me up once in awhile ... but I don't cuddle with him the way I cuddle with the Mommy.
My people have given me lots of toys since they brought me home. I love toy mousies, especially the ones that rattle. And I like rubber balls, too. In fact, I like to play catch sometimes. I'm really good at that! The best toy the Lathrops have ever given me is Scooch. He's my very own pet! And I take good care of him, too. Sometimes, tho', I get annoyed with him becuz he's a baby bully. He likes to attack the white tip at the end of my tail, and I growl when he does that. Also, I'm not so sure I like him playing with all of my toys, so I steal them back sometimes.
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Dexter