¡Hola! Me llamo es Señor Gato Negro.
Just kidding. I'm not Spanish, but for some reason my parents gave me a Spanish name. It might have something to do with this:
As far as you're concerned, my story started when I was a baby and I showed up on a nice lady's porch (actually I tried to climb up the side of her house) and she took me in along with a lot of other cats and dogs. This is me back then:
The nice lady knew my mom and dad were looking to adopt a cat and I heard my dad say he didn't want a black one because it would remind him of the one who just died, but I turned on the charm. Pair that with my stunning good looks, and they just had to have me.
|I mean, come on! Who could resist this?|
They brought me home and I found out I had a big sister. She's pretty cool and we hang out together sometimes.
Then I got another sister. She follows me around everywhere, which is sometimes annoying, but really we're best friends.
|Oops. Mom said I should have warned you that these might be "not safe for work."|
My dad likes to say "Gato is all about the party!" I don't know what the hell he's talking about.
Things I like:
Laying on Dad's chair
OK, laying just about anywhere
Helping Mom work
Things I DON'T like:
(Tell me when it's over.)
I am also an exceptional helper of laundry folding and shoe tying. No, really! (Editor's note: No, not really.)
I guess that's about it. My mom wanted me to tell you guys to have a great weekend. Meanwhile, I'll just be chillin' and lookin' good for the ladies.
Black cats rule!
Señor Gato Negro
I love Senor Gato! Poor guy with the bags rustling around and the dreaded vacuum. His laidback style rules.ReplyDelete
I am cracking up, I love Gato!! Super handsome, Papi! What is it with cats and hating trash bags? Link and PMB freak when a trash bag comes out!ReplyDelete