Yet again, my lack of fur has deemed me to be pigeon holed into the 'Sphynx' category. Honestly, I am one hundred percent, genuine Devon Rex although, I am easily mistaken for my naked cousins and so what, we are quite similar and it's nice to be different and I never take offence!
Only today, Momma heard something that made her Meow Out Loud, that a certain cat named Oberon, should have been stamped at birth with a government health warning! The very same could be said of me. We could be blood brothers, cattitude fellows, mischief makers and shakers. This Oberon sounds like my kind of catmate. His owner said that there should be
paper work enforcing an age restriction for the humans... We are seriously high maintenance us cleaver clogs cats, hard work and good fun in equal measures.
Momma has tittered about the event all day and it really has struck a cord in me too. Note to self, I really must try harder to gain superior status amongst my Feline counterparts as I, really, am the only cat with a Health Warning! There can't be anyone else out there as meticulous at food theft and plate licking as me? There really can't be any other Feline with my aloof attitude and outragious behaviours... can there, CAN THERE?
Oh, and I have to state, that on Sunday, I stole me a piece of that delicious Turkey, it was sitting idle on Momma's plate. Lilibet informed me of it's whereabouts and I raced in, full tilt, onto the sofa and off the sofa with said Turkey in 'Gobblely Gob' and raced upstairs, where Momma Sloth chased a growling me and made me drop my prize, like some Spaniel on a pheasant shoot. I did as I was told and was rewarded with half of my catch because Momma was laughing so hard she was crying and I mewed like a sad kitten at the loss of my Turkey prize.... Sucker, gets her every time!