Cats in the House: CC's Room

CC stands for Christmas Cat, 'cause I was born on Christmas Day in 1985. My vet found me and my litter mates in an old pick-up truck. Our mom was gone. They rescued me and fed me with a doll baby's bottle. When I was big enough, Judy and Robert adopted me.

I got my crinkled ear when a mean cat came on our porch one day and I defended my sisters. The mean cat never came back, so I guess I showed him a thing or two. I'm getting kind of hard of hearing now, and I have arthritis in my back legs. But I still scoot around pretty well, and I'm always the first kitty in line at the food bowl when it's dinner time. I'm no pretty boy, that's for sure, but I'm real lovable.

After a shower, I love a good rub down...

Mostly, I sleep in the sun and eat. But I love to lie on Robert's chest when he's napping and watch him breathe. Sometimes I even get to help him watch TV. Robert's my buddy. I love to cuddle and, whenever he's around, I'm usually where he is. Doing kitty marches on his chest makes him squirm, though. I guess it tickles.

I snooze in the sun all afternoon, dreaming that I'm king of the jungle. It's a wonderful life alright... rawr...

CC's Holiday Greeting

>^..^<
CC's Haiku

Cat with crinkled ear
badge of courage proudly worn
sisters saved from harm.

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