This is Fugazi, the kitty who won't grow. She is well over a year old now, and is still her same 4 lbs. The vet says she's healthy, so who knows.

Anyway, "Fuger" has a taste for plastic and human blood. She has trashed four sets of mini-blinds by chewing through them. I know this is how she did it because I clean her litter box. (You always find the evidence!) She also eats plastic bags and entire books of matches. She has figured out how to remove the screens from the windows and escape, so I can no longer open windows in my apartment.

"Fuger" waits patiently under the bed just behind the ruffle for me to walk by...claws raking into my ankles. She is also quite fond of disappearing while you are enjoying quiet time on the couch, only to come full speed from the bedroom to pounce on the back of the couch. This is done to either scare the bejeezus out of you, or take a taste of your head before retreating back to her bed hideaway.

Sometimes she puts away her mean-ness long enough to come cuddle up on your lap. She purrs and snuggles close. Awww. Isn't that sweet? You reach down to pet her soft fur...