There’s a new addition to The House of 9 Lives, and it’s me! My name is Mister Fussy. “Fussy”, not because I’m hard to get along with at all, but because of my propensity to talk. I’m a very vocal kitty.
I’m not going to spend much time here talking about my past, because, actually, there isn’t that much to tell, but a few weeks ago, I showed up here and of course I was instantly given food and water and a warm place to sleep. I see in the windows that the other kitties are cozy and warm inside, but I’m a free spirit and don’t have any interest in joining them there. However, when He and She are out and about, I make up for lost time in showing my affection!
After a few weeks of my being here each morning and each afternoon, they finally got the message they had been adopted yet again. So, off to Dr. M’s they carted me. It was actually very nice. I had four-star treatment at their new facility and it was all pretty comfy cozy except for that little surgery they subjected me to. I stayed the entire weekend since He and She were busy planning not one, but two big family Christmas parties.
When they picked me up yesterday they were glad to find I was my same sweet, loving self, and I had plenty to tell them about my stay. They were so thrilled to find out that I was healthy and ready to be an official member of the household.