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| Introduction | ||
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Hi! At 4 years old, I'm the youngest in the house. I'm Sassy, but I'm a guy! How'd I get my name? It's a long story . . . do you have time? You may have noticed my resemblance to the girl cat named Sassy in the Disney movie "Homeward Bound." Well, I'm named after her. No, mom and dad did NOT go crazy and give me this totally immasculating name. That was the result of my first sharing my home with a family that has a small child. Here's the story... |
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| My Previous Life | ||
I am the only pedigreed cat in my house, a purebred Himalayan. Mom and dad strongly believe in adopting adult cats because there are so many unfortunate pets who do not have parents, so it's amazing that I am there. It's the result of my mom having a soft spot for kitties, of course! A friend of hers at work, my former mom, had bought me for her daughter (who gave me my unfortunate name), but when my former mom's second daughter was born, I freaked! I was sooo jealous that I started exhibiting "negative social behavior" in the new baby's crib. I don't know what that means exactly, but I guess I was really, really bad. I had no idea, of course, that I would be the one to leave the house. I thought the new baby would go! I still miss my Rottweiler puppy friend, Roxy, who was my best buddy! Anyway, my new mom also got some pictures of me as a baby from my former mom, so here is one. I can't believe how small I was! |
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| Adjusting to a New House | ||
I'm a pretty easygoing guy, so adjusting to my new digs was a breeze. I get along with everyone, but mom says I am a little strange because I got used to eating human food at my former home! Now I beg and beg and beg everytime I hear the fridge door open. I just know there's going to be some delicious meat coming out of that big thing. I even learned how to beg like a dog from my friend, Roxy! I lift one of my paws and sniff the air noticeably, and ... sometimes it works. I only really try hard to be "cute and cuddly," as Hoey advised me, when I see that there is a plastic bag coming out of the fridge, because I know that is the food I want! |
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| On Being the Youngest | ||
It is sooo difficult to be the youngest in the house. Believe me, I am no king OR queen in my house, but the little brother who always gets picked on the most. When I am play-fighting with my brothers, I think they gang up on me, but I fight dirty . . . after all, I used to wrestle with a Rottweiler dog! I'm a tougher cookie than I look, even though I am small. |
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