Monday, January 25, 2010
When I first came to my forever home, everyone called me a "rasta pig" and they'd ask: "WHAT IS THAT?" and mom would say, "a guinea pig!" but nobody believed the hair so she gave me a haircut one day and now she loves haircuts and I don't mind as long as she keeps a carrot in her lap on the haircut towel. I was one wild piggie back then, hangin' with one wild cat, and we had crazy fun together!
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Today I missed my first friend here, Chai. He's a Bengal cat and used to try to lick my wild coiff but my fur was so long he didn't know what to do, so he'd just hang out and tell me how to get what I want from Mom. He lives down in Seattle now with his girlfriend, Sami, a wildish she-devil princess tortoiseshell. He can't lick her hair, either, or she'll hiss at him. I like YumYum and Bear and we hang out and wheek together, which is cool, but you can't beat a Bengal and Chai was my first real friend. I miss him and know Mom does, too.
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