What makes Momo so mean?
Name: Mymojomoon, or Momo, or Mewmew, spaz cat or
OW STOP THAT!!! for short.
Weight: 8 pounds (I am single, ladies!)
Occupation: Holy Terror of Dogs and Slaves
Don't let my big blue eyes and innocent looks fool you. I keep
my slaves well under control. My slaves (I have a mated pair)
rescued me when I was under a year old from the local SPCA. The
male brought me home, after finally giving in to the female who
wanted a kitty. They were worried how I'd get along with the dog
slave, a pit bull mix who weighs 85 pounds, but he is a push
over. One of my favorite things to do is play hide and pounce.
Whenever the dog is walking by, I rush him with my claws out and
my tail all fluffy. Stupid dog. He just stands there and looks
at me. I don't care if he is lying down either, I still jump
him. I also like to get him to try and chase me, then I fluff up
and dance sideways (I am an excellent dancer, ladies, AND I have
my own 'nip patch) away from him until I can get up a good clip,
then I rush him head first and leap onto his big smelly neck
where I sink all four sets of claws and my teeth into him and
roll him over.
I also enjoy attacking the lazy two leggers. My
male slave likes to sit in his chair in the living room; I don't
tolerate that, so I run up and down the house to get his
attention. If he continues to ignore me (ME, IGNORE ME!
How rude!) I jump in the air, claws out, and bat him a few
times. I bat his face, I bat his chest, I bat his arms, I bat
his hands. Anything I can get my claws into. He HAS to be
disciplined for ignoring me. I then run away and hide and wait
for the female to walk by, then I bat her or chase her around
the house for not training her mate better. Or I do the hit and
run dance where I speed out of my hiding spot, grab her ankles,
then dart back into cover.
At night, after successfully chasing the dog off of
the bed, I stretch out on my back between the slaves [after
tormenting them a good while of course] and fall blissfully
asleep, dreaming of being able to wake them up at 3 am...4
am...whenever...to do whatever I wish. Oh, I live the good life!
Photo submitted by: Briana
Date last updated:
09/14/07
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