What makes Hippie so mean?

I, Hippie, was born in April 2006, and I am one mean kitty! I have my nice moments--just enough that I can continue to get away with kitty mayhem.

My slave gives me a ridiculous amount of attention and spoils me to no end. I repay her with the occasional purr-fest on her lap (Pavlov's human, she is), and lots of scratching, biting, jumping on her head, pouncing her face, and waking her up in the middle of the night by running around under the covers and attacking her feet.

I've taught my slave how to throw my favorite toy (a hair tie) so I can chase it and bring it back. They laugh and laugh like it's funny or something, while I can't believe a human would really throw something over and over again.  It's a contest to see how many times they sucker into it.

I like to climb in the fridge and refuse to come, and I insist on pawing at the window next to the front door as my slave and her stinky male friend (who happens to live here, unfortunately) leave the house. Hah, nothing like making a human feel guilty. I also hide my toys from her so she thinks they're really gone and buys me more!

The day I first came to claim my territory with the slave, her and the stinky male friend went out a few hours later for a bit. I wasn't done being paid attention to, so I pooped right next to the litterbox, haha! Yet she felt bad for leaving me alone so soon and I got treats for it ahahaha! She's so easy to manipulate, I swear.

I also like to jump out from around corners and claw up her legs. One time the stinky male human told my slave that they should just leave me alone for 6 days while they go off on some vacation, so I clawed the crap out of his hand. Totally deserved it, and my slave laughed at him. She's so good to me, I think I'll go chew on her lip some more now.

Photo submitted by: Misty Leah
Date last updated: 04/12/07