|Last Login: 4 years ago||Member Since: July, 2008|
"I miss canned food & I let Mom know every day! *nose in air*"
Age: 6[human years]
Looking For: a pen pal, a play pal, a no-strings romance
Available For: Messaging, Friends
Living With: Female - Single and Satisfied
My Claim to Fame: Procrastination... I have not filled in my claim to fame yet.
Nicknames: Mow-Mow, Mowskers, Turkey Butt
Got Papers? Don't ask; Don't tell.
Spayed/Neutered: Yeah. So?
I'm Looking for Someone... In My Town
I Prefer a Connection... I have no idea. Surprise me!
Body Size: A Few Extra Pounds
Coloring: White, Gray
Treats: Whisker Lickin's
Foods: canned food which I've been so rudely deprived of. [Okay I know it's for my own good health...]
Words: Mow! [Now!]
Noises: The opening of a can!
Sights: FOOD! & my boyfriends...
Websites: This one now! I'm new to these interwebz.
My Dislikes: THAT WRETCHED DOG.
For Friends, I Prefer: Animals in my species
I Drink: Bowl Water
I Eat: Whenever I Can
Size Preference: No Preference
Grooming: I groom myself, ... on my terms
Clothing: I want no part of it
Religious or Ideological Preference: None
Loner or a Joiner? It depends on my mood
Fight or Flight? Bring It On!
I Sleep: Yes. Next question?
Bathroom Habits: Indoors, and I know just the place
Intimacy: I run hot and cold
Eat Poop? Heck, no!
About My Family: I live my sister and our mothers who are sisters. I used to get along with my sis, but now I like to fight with her. Nothing too serious, just enough to put her in her place. I don't really associate much with my aunt, but I go sleep on her bed occasionally when she's not home. Grandpa hates me and the feelings are mutual. Grandma buys me AWFUL food. I cry to Mom but Mom is poor or she would get me the more expensive brand I prefer.
I First Met My Human Guardian(s)...: When she came and rescued me from that wretched cage at the cash checking joint down the road!