Walking Wounded

I am injured again in the line of duty - Mom doesn't like it when I fight, but SOMEONE has to defend the property from that sneaky gray feline with the white feet who thinks he can just walk across my yard any time he wants! It's nothing serious, just a scrape on the bottom of my left back foot - but it does enable me to walk with a limp (when I want to), so I have been looking pitiful and milking it for all its worth....lots of extra snuggles and some antibiotic cream from Mom and Face, but as yet no one has seen fit to make me some "get well" grits!

Grrrrrrrrrrr.....I want grits!!

Meet Mad-Eye Louie

I was born in June of '07, and had 3 brothers and sisters...our mamacat died when we were only 6 days old, and we were raised by our two-legged, no-tail Mom, so I really think of her as my mother. When I was a little kitten, she said I looked like a fruit bat....ME? a fruit bat? No way!....but now she calls me her big handsome boy, which I think is a much better description, if somewhat understated! Mom says I'm a Siamese dressed in black, which I guess means I talk a lot and am kinda prone to those sudden bursts of energy the two-leggers call catfits.

I have 6 other feline companions (more about them later), but except for Harley, I'm the king of the house....and I'm undisputed king of the yard, patrolling the deck and woods and protecting us from intruders. Naturally, this involves some fighting - I love a good fight! - Mom gets upset, but I've got a lot of cool scars....in fact, that's how I got my Mad Eye!