Leod
Oh...you there. Hmm. I was trying to sleep but I guess you want to know a little about me. Well, I'm a quiet cat. I don't say much. I really only meow when I am hungry and it's a very pathetic weak meow. I'm not afraid to admit it. It's just how it is and I am comfortable in my own skin--sometimes maybe too much. In fact, when my pets got me from the pet store, I just rolled out of the cage like a wet noodle into their hands. They were taken. Love at first sight! But that's how I pulled a fast one on them. You see, I don't really care too much about my pets but I do really enjoy the food they give me. So, I usually hide out in a corner of the house somewhere and then when my belly gets a little upset from hunger, I will stroll out and stretch in front of them to get attention and remind them that the prince of the house needs food!
I also try to keep a low profile usually because Andy likes to give me a hard time sometimes. He's like a bi-polar cat. One second he is licking my hair trying to clean me and the next he is biting my neck! I don't know what to think about Andy, but he seems generally harmless.
Andy thinks he's super important because he has a lot of names, but I also have many names! I have found that when pets keep giving you new names, it means they love you all the more. As I mentioned already, I don't care about this love thing, but I do care about food. So, it all works out for me!
Here are my other names (so far):
- Tuxie
- Little Cat
- Leedles
- Leod
- Leodocious
- Mr. McLeod
I may not have as many names as Andy, but it's all fine with me. Just keep that Science Diet food coming and you can call me whatever you want!!
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Yet another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines On Lactolia."
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Like usual, its so long that its painful! (But you know you can't resist reading it, anyway.)
Another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."
An addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."
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The behind-wiggling sequel to 'The Big Dent' Part 1.
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