Scrappy
Scrappy is twelve years my senior. Mom says he is a true rescue. He doesn’t like me very much; really he doesn’t like anyone or anything very much (especially the mailman). What he does like are walks. He likes them more than food. Come on! What is better than food?!?
Lola McBean
I heard Mom say the other day that Lola was the best gift she ever got. Those two schmooze a ton; kisses and hugs – Bleck!!! Lola is a cock-a-poo, she is three years older than me. She is scared of everything and barks too much. When Lola is happy her whole body wiggles (it’s pretty funny). She loves playing with me. Ok, actually, I make her play with me by pulling on those long ears and her collar. We have so much fun playing tug of war, she let’s me win sometimes.
Frankie Figs
He’s a cat. He’s one year older than me. He was found under a dumpster. Mom said when she brought him home he had burned foot pads and grease in his hair (if you look closely at his cheek, a year later she still can’t get it all the grease off). When I try to smell Frankie I usually get smacked on the top of my head. He also makes this funny noise before he runs away. He doesn’t do it as much as he used to though. Here is a fun fact, Frankie broke his leg. We are both defective! Who ever heard of a cat that breaks it’s leg?!? Silly cat.
Jeremiah
Mom sings Jeremiah was a Bullfrog, when in reality Jeremiah is really a gray tree-frog. My boy found her and insisted on binging her home. She eats crickets, I tried to catch a cricket outside, I was pretty unsuccessful . Frankie thinks they are fun to chase around Jeremiah’s cage, silly cat! Jeremiah doesn’t really do much. Pretty boring if you ask me.
My People
They are fiercely private and told me that I was not allowed to post photos of them. There are three of them. Mom, Dad, and Boy. I love Boy, he smells like bubble gum and peanut butter sandwiches most of the time. He isn’t here all the time, but when he is… Oh man!!! We play video games and I bite his pant legs. My Dad and Scrappy have a love connection. It’s gross! My mom is all business, when I poop on the floor, she is stomping through the house yelling no, as I run in the opposite direction. She does give me lots of treats when I get it right though, and because food is the best thing in the world, I guess she is alright in my book.