My Granny Rosemary knows what I am!
My Granny Rosemary says I am a Bombay kitty and she must be right! Just read about Bombay kitties and you'll see -- it's me! I'm a Bombay! Yay!
Here is how I fit the Bombay kitty profile:
1. I have black feets.
2. My hair is black and shiny.
3. I am proud to be my mommy's "lap fungus." I own her and will sit on her as I wish.
4. I do follow my mommy from room to room and have things to say out loud about what is going on.
5. I am wonderful with company and dogs. I especially love all my doggy friends: Betty, Wilma, and Hoku!
6. I would never hide under the bed when people come over! I love people! I want to meet everybody. I'd like to meet you too.
7. I am opinionated and I know how the household should be run better than anybody. It's my house! Those humans just get to live in it because I like them. I would collect more humans for pets if only I had more rooms.
8. I have a round head with a short muzzle.
9. I am not fat, but I am heavy when you pick me up. My Grandpa Richard is always shocked at what I weigh when he picks me up! I'm just solid as a rock, like the Great Bob Seger sings.
10. Loud noises freak me out. I was sitting on the window sill one afternoon when a nasty Valley Metro bus drove by and made a big noise. I flew off the window sill!
11. I purr so loud sometimes, my mommy says I sound like a little piggy oinking.
12. I like to dominate other cats. Sorry, Uncle Jimmy. It's just who I am.
13. I have chewed through a bag to get to bread. I love carbs! The wiki says that's a Bombay trait.
14. I'm a "head bumper" and a "nose rubber."
15. I like being an indoor cat. I don't like to be far from my mommy because I like to get attention all the time.
So that's me -- a Bombay! I'm a little freaked out that my first ancestor came from Kentucky in 1958, to be honest. I know that Kentucky is where inbred rednecks come from. I hope there's no inbred redneck in my bloodline. No country in The Traz! That would be horrible!
I'm too classy though to have come from an ancestor who was inbred. My manners are too good. Most animals like a dog or cat would just eat any old thing that falls on the floor. But I won't. I won't even eat a piece of food if it falls out of my bowl as I eat. I'm not a savage.
I do not play fetch because that is below The Traz. I also don't take to leash training. Yeah, right!
Here is how I fit the Bombay kitty profile:
1. I have black feets.
2. My hair is black and shiny.
3. I am proud to be my mommy's "lap fungus." I own her and will sit on her as I wish.
4. I do follow my mommy from room to room and have things to say out loud about what is going on.
5. I am wonderful with company and dogs. I especially love all my doggy friends: Betty, Wilma, and Hoku!
6. I would never hide under the bed when people come over! I love people! I want to meet everybody. I'd like to meet you too.
7. I am opinionated and I know how the household should be run better than anybody. It's my house! Those humans just get to live in it because I like them. I would collect more humans for pets if only I had more rooms.
8. I have a round head with a short muzzle.
9. I am not fat, but I am heavy when you pick me up. My Grandpa Richard is always shocked at what I weigh when he picks me up! I'm just solid as a rock, like the Great Bob Seger sings.
10. Loud noises freak me out. I was sitting on the window sill one afternoon when a nasty Valley Metro bus drove by and made a big noise. I flew off the window sill!
11. I purr so loud sometimes, my mommy says I sound like a little piggy oinking.
12. I like to dominate other cats. Sorry, Uncle Jimmy. It's just who I am.
13. I have chewed through a bag to get to bread. I love carbs! The wiki says that's a Bombay trait.
14. I'm a "head bumper" and a "nose rubber."
15. I like being an indoor cat. I don't like to be far from my mommy because I like to get attention all the time.
So that's me -- a Bombay! I'm a little freaked out that my first ancestor came from Kentucky in 1958, to be honest. I know that Kentucky is where inbred rednecks come from. I hope there's no inbred redneck in my bloodline. No country in The Traz! That would be horrible!
I'm too classy though to have come from an ancestor who was inbred. My manners are too good. Most animals like a dog or cat would just eat any old thing that falls on the floor. But I won't. I won't even eat a piece of food if it falls out of my bowl as I eat. I'm not a savage.
I do not play fetch because that is below The Traz. I also don't take to leash training. Yeah, right!
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