... It took me a while to find my feet moving to New Zealand. I like grey cats. I don’t like black and white cats. I’m not fat, I’m just really really fluffy! Mum keeps feeding me diet food. She says I’m fat. Well she never actually says it to my face, but my nickname at the cattery is Sammy Sausage and I’ve overheard them talking when they thought I was asleep. I just like food. I think I should be fed constantly. I don’t hunt. I tried that once but I didn’t have the killer in me, so I just hid the fledgling birds behind the curtains to save face. I think Mum found them and put them back outside. I tried getting a mouse once too. I even hit it, but I forgot to put my claws out and it squealed as it rolled away. Well I got such a fright, I just stood there watching it rolling. I’ve never touched them again. I think mum is a little disappointed I won’t catch them, but I’m more of a cuddling machine. I love to cuddle and purr!
We got a dog a few years ago. I was pretty excited because I thought he would be my friend, but it turned out he wanted to eat me. I mean, actually eat me!! I’ve never forgotten and I don’t trust him now. Mum talked to him and put me in charge. Sometimes, I rub my face against him, you know, to make him smell better, but he is pretty scared of me. I still don’t trust him 100%. Ugghh, it’s hard to make new friends when you’re an adult. Maybe it’s my Australian accent …
We got a dog a few years ago. I was pretty excited because I thought he would be my friend, but it turned out he wanted to eat me. I mean, actually eat me!! I’ve never forgotten and I don’t trust him now. Mum talked to him and put me in charge. Sometimes, I rub my face against him, you know, to make him smell better, but he is pretty scared of me. I still don’t trust him 100%. Ugghh, it’s hard to make new friends when you’re an adult. Maybe it’s my Australian accent …
