Hi everyone. Siren here. I noticed that my sister Mia - ugh, I can't stand her - posted here last week so I asked (told) Mom if I could.
She's really easy.
I have some of my favorite photos to share.
This used to be my favorite place to hide - and sleep, and play. That was before Mia - ugh - got here. She parked herself on that bed like an old jalopy.
Some folks might say I misbehave a lot. I'm not supposed to be on the kitchen counter. I think I look innocent.
I love my window. I have all the benefits of the air and the sun and I can watch the squirrels and the birds. Meanwhile I'm safe. Before I was adopted I was living under the George Washington Bridge. I don't like to talk about that ...
Mom says I'm beautiful. She calls me handsome boy and good boy and sometimes she calls me Si Man. I like that, makes me sound cool. Mom says I have a beautiful face.
I was very young when I came to live here. There was an old guy living here. His name was JR and he smelled like poop and medicine. He gave me the evil eye and threw up a lot. Mom had to keep us apart, something about me being too much for JR.
I guess I did act up a little. I really just wanted to play but maybe I could have been gentler. JR died last year - he was older than dirt and Mom said he would come back as a butterfly. I have to be honest - I don't miss him.
I'm very interested in photography. Around here you have to be.
Last year I got a sister. No one asked me if I wanted a sister but I overheard Mom on the phone saying this new cat was living in a parking lot and then she was in a barn so I figured it would be OK. Cats need homes and people to love.
I have learned to be gentler.
Actually she scares the crap out of me. She's tiny and she's old (another one!) but man! she's tough. Mom says it's cause she's a girl.
So that's it from me. Hope you'll visit our host Bozo at PET PRIDE. He seems pretty cool for a dog.