our good buddy, clooney, gifted us wif this nifty award--fur which we thanks him heartily!--an' now we is spo'sd to tell seven things about us. well, if we told seven things fur each of us four, we would be here for quite a while. so we will tell fourteen an' mix it up:
- is named "black cat" in the lakota language acause mommer's 'dopted bean-brofur is lakota, an' he's the one who knocked a hole inna wall to get iggy out when he fell down inbetween the inside an' outside walls at her day-huntin' place.
- is not a lapkitteh at all; sometimes he will lay on dad's lap or legs, but nefur mom's. he hafs no sense of gratitude, since she's the one who saved his ungrateful butt from a return to feral status! sometimes he does lay onna kitchen table an' snuggle up to her arm an' let her pet him, though.
- is frequently followed an' attackted by a fuzzy black caterpillar that makes him just bat-$#!+ crazy--like in fallin'-offa-the-kitchen-chair-while-chasin'-it crazy.
- lets mommer furminate her wifout protest from tip to tail while they's in xingie's room, but she hollers like she's bein' stuck if mommer tries it while they's sittin' inna liffin' room.
- likes "patay"-textured foods acause they stick in her mouf an' she kin suck 'em down wifout losin' 'em out the hole where her upper left front fang is missin', which happens when she tries to eat chunky bits.
- does not know how to play the fingers-under-the-covers game, or any reg'lar kitty games; she is mostly scairt of quick-movin' things. she luffs catnip, though, an' will drool herself silly ofur her plague rattie.
- hafs really, really thick, coarse furs an' hacks up decent-sized hairballs efurry single day! he is a furry clean kitty.
- is a frickin' loud-mouth; if he's awake an' not on dad's lap, he's walkin' around yellin'. this is seriously annoyin' to the beans. he is learnin' to dodge shoes an' brushes an' rolled-up sox real good--but he don't really hafta wurry much. dad's a lousy shot--he hits mom's toes ofur on her recliner about as often as he ackshully gets close to nitro. this has led to some fairly loud discussions between dad an' mom.
- is terrified of visitors, even ones he has seen fairly offen an' recently. when mommer an' dad are gone, if miss ginger an' mr gary come to feed an' scoop fur us, it takes about three days fur him to come out an' be seen.
- hafs a brofur named bilbo who looks almost like him except in short hair version. he liffs wif mr dave an' miss kim, who were the beans who sheltered the kittehs' mama when they were borned.
- despises peanut butter an' will not touch any bread offered if there is even a suggestion of a trace of a whiff of peanut butter on it.
- likes to sit onna human litter box (when the seat is down, uf cawse), an' scratch at the tank onna back of it wif both front paws like he was tryin' ta rip it open. we haf nefur figgered out why he does this.
- loved the smella garlic an' onions like ofur cats like catnip!! when mommer made pasketti sauce, he would roll around onna kitchen floor an' scoot hisself headfurst into the wall--several times--in his owl-eyed ecstasy.
- din't like catnip at all, but boy--hold down a menthol cigarette fur him to smell, an' he'd sniffle an' slobber ofur it until the paper was all soggy. he also went cuckoo ofur some fuller brush "cooling foot spray" that mommer useta use. once he so thoroughly slobberified the shoes she was gonna wear to go out that she hadda pick anofur pair instead.