What makes Meli so mean?

By: Meli 

My humans had to catch me to write my story because I rarely bless them with my presence. I am 3 years old and was brought here to be a friend to their other cat, Ipo. Hah! I may have been sweet and kind when they met me but it was a ploy to get them to take me to their home. Immediately I made sure Ipo knew that I was the Queen here and I hissed, spit and growled at him constantly for at least a week. Ok, longer. He's pretty annoying.

There are many places where Ipo and I differ in opinion of how to run the household. I refuse to be held by my humans; I scream like a banshee if they attempt to pick me up. My name is Hawaiian for honey, HA so funny, and it is pronounced May-Lee. If I could use these thumbs of mine, we would have no need for human slaves, but they have to open the wet food and supply the water, so I'm stuck with them. I like a little attention every now and then, but only if I'm standing on the table or dryer and asking for it. Other than that do not touch me, I hate human scent on my glorious coat without my permission.

My humans are rescuers and bring home other cats to foster until they are adopted, but Spike told you about that already. I could give a crap who else is in this house as long as they stay clear of me. Most of the time they leave me alone, but every now and then one of these other felines expect me to give them some sort of attention. That is Ipo's job, he is the trainer of the mean kitties.

I must go now, the humans will try to pet me if I stick around too long and I just can't have that.

Photo submitted by: Kiva
Date last updated: 09/14/07