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BeBeast
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My name is BeBe, aka BeBeast (click on my name to visit me)
I am almost into my terrible twos...mew cannot wait. I'll be The Terrible
BeBeastkitty. My birthday is July 29 1999. My little human pet
gave me this name when I chose him to rescue me from Samantha and her liar. She is my feral mother. Meow am
not feral though, the kind food servers and playthings living nearby
showed me that the wilds are not as comfortable as 'the indoors'. I am Manx, and
Siamese, although I have enough tail for my older sisfur and for that
stuffy RC. When my little plaything got older and could speak
more clearly I realized that he had wanted to call me Baby because he was
under the mistaken idea that Meow was 'his' baby. By this time I had
gotten the name BeBeastkitty.
The name should be self explanatory. No curtain was safe, no toe, anything
that moved was mine! My favorite hunting game is called get
the human playthings to give me such a cattitude that my tail sends my
back quarters a'swaying, then I stalk off. Silly prey things then forget
that we are playing a game and I mount my attack. Elbows are wonderpurr
things to grab and mew alpurrys get such an animated response!
I will only drink from the faucet and am fed only natural
premium cat food. This is a 'Golden Rule' and it is sealed in blood. Not
mine of course! In my picture I am hiding in the tall grass, to avoid the owls, waiting
for a delicate tasty, drool, mouse to pounce on and savor.
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