Hi, we are
Gus-Gus, Fuzzle, Tiki, Bella, Butters and Pretty Pet. The
mini-herd as we are better known as. We reside in a
beautiful home maintained by our litter box cleaner. Oops, I
mean, our momma. We are making our web debut here so our
momma can show us off, also gain some working knowledge on
how to build a website. We know we are all too sexy and
should be Americas Next Top Cat Models. Mom tells us
we are the best, and luckiest cats alive. Naw, she is lucky
to be graced by our presence, but we don't throw that in her
face too much. We like to humor her, as you will see on our
own individual pages listed here.
On our own pages, we will tell you our own story as to how
we came to live here, what we like to do, eat, our
shenanigans as mom calls it and show off our best poses! We
all love to work it for the
camera, and the camera loves us as you can clearly see.
We also share our home and our momma with a few dogs. DOGS?
They are easily trainable, we have whipped those silly
creatures into shape. Need help with your dog? Call us, the
experts. Wait, mom doesn't let us talk on the phone anymore.
Especially after that 2 hour phone conversation to Tokyo. We
just thought that it would be fun to knock the telephone
over and jump up and down on the buttons. It was Tiki's
fault, but I would never rat out my sister, so don't tell
mom! She was really angry when the mailman brought the phone
bill that month.
Pretty Pet is the oldest, and the most mature. Talk about a
cat without a sense of humor! Next up is Gus-Gus. Mom
calls him her Big Sexy. Hrumph! Then there is Fuzzle
who goes by the alias *The Fuzz*, Bella aka *Dog Cat*,
Butters, better known as the *hooligan*, and last but not
least, Tiki, or *Miss Tikums*.
We all get along surprisingly well. We don't fight, mom
forbids it. She runs a tight ship around here as you
will come to see. We secretly call her the Drill Sergeant.
We do have our disagreements, usually it is over who is
hogging the catnip. MMMM, catnip!! It seems there is never
enough of that to go around. Plus, mom says it makes us
psycho. I think that is a pretty harsh word for it
myself. We do get a bit riled up and like to chase objects
that don't exist though, and occasionally bite each others
tails, or knock something that mom values off shelves. But
who can blame us, or hold us responsible, when we are under
the influence of our prized catnip?
Mom is kicking us of the computer for now, so we must bid
our farewell. However, please do come back and visit often. |
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