What makes Adso so mean?

I, Adso, showed up in the parking garage at my new human slave's work, having hitched a ride in someone's engine compartment. I was tiny and brave. My new human slave {the one with the invisible 'SUCKER' tattoo on her forehead only animals and little girls selling cookies can see}, brought a big bag kitten chow the next day and set about trying to tame me. She thought: 'He's a kitten, no prob'.

MUHAHAHAHA!!!

Little did she know. This process took about 4 months of daily visits Monday thru Friday during her breaks and lunch [I'm stubborn]. But with well thought out treats for me like rare grilled salmon, bison burger bits, bison steak [rare, of course], and yummy kitty bonkers, I finally decided she was the right sucker to come home with.

Having grown up in the wild, I have a habit of bringing new friends home. Small ones to be sure, but fuzzy things like baby bunnies and sparrows. It's extremely fun to watch her react to the "present" I have waiting. As I barrel past her into my castle, I hear 'ADSO!'.  With a huge sigh, she picks up the offering and does what ever she does with it. I don't care what she does with it since I have had my fun. She calls me a thrill killer -- how insensitive. I am just being NICE and sharing. Humans. When will they learn?

I am also a fierce toe attacker. No toes are safe when I am about.........those naked digits just get me.

Photo submitted by: Karrin
Date last updated: 08/08/07