August, 1997
Twelve months old and closing in on twelve pounds! My humans have gone from calling me "cute little kitten" to "fuzzy piglet" to "big furry hog"! They can call me whatever they want--I'm quite secure in the knowledge that I'm the lion king of the house!
The photo at the top-left of this column shows me relaxing on my bed. The humans? Oh, yeah, I let them share it with me; they would be impossible to live with if I made them sleep on the floor!
Below are two photos of me at twelve months with insets showing my adorable little self at three months!
| Note the bowls in both pictures; they're the same size! |  |
| Two-and-a-half pounds vs. eleven-and-a-half pounds! |  |
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"Your cat will never threaten your popularity by barking at three in the morning. He won't attack the mailman or eat the drapes, although he may climb the drapes to see how the room looks from the ceiling."
--Helen Powers