Meet my kittens, Peanut (left) and Dorabella. Don't ask me how they got stuck with those dumb names, because I haven't got a clue. I still don't know why they started calling me Tisbe. I guess I've gotten used to it, though.
This photo was taken when they were just about a month old, I think. Dora still lives with me but Peanut went to live with some other people.
Motherhood was cool, but I'm glad I got "fixed." One litter was enough!
This is me, lounging on the couch in the house where I used to live in Pennsylvania. Dora and I managed to destroy that couch, so the people got a new one that they don't like us to get on.
Sometimes I pretend I'm scratching the new couch just to freak them out. Yeah, I know, I'm a brat. But you can't stay mad at me because I'm so pretty.
My name is Tisbe and I'm a two or three year old tabby cat who lives in South Carolina with another cat (my daughter, Dora) and two weird people. (No one knows my exact age and I'm not telling.)
The people I live with say I have a bad attitude because I bite, growl, and snarl a lot. And I can't stand it when they pet me, especially on my tummy. But they feed me so I guess I have to put up with this crap. *sigh*
That's me in the picture. I like to read, can you tell?
