Meowington

My age...
1

My likes, quirks, & curiosities...
Chasing flies, sleeping all day and getting the super zoomies ALL.NIGHT.LONG.

A little about me...
The name is Meow.
I was adopted by my Mom human at just a few days old because my momma cat kicked me to the curb - I guess she didn’t have maternity leave. So my human had the pleasure of bottle feeding me and checking on me every hour on the hour for what felt like an eternity… I was a little demon on purpose. (She loved every second of it. Have you seen me? I’m addddorable!)

The dad human was not happy with the mom human for bringing “another” pet home- but once he saw how darn cute I was and heard me cry for my bottle he caved like a huge sap. Mom says if he could just do that from the start it’d save us all time and energy but I’m just a cat, I don’t know what she means when she blathers on all day long talking to me like I’m her therapist.

I discovered my voice very early and when I did I didn’t stop using it. I meowed for food. I meowed for love. I meowed for stuff I didn’t even want. Naturally, those dumb humans named me “Meow” because they thought it was cute. I deserved that one, I suppose.

Throughout my whole first year of life, my humans have bought me like 9 kitty towers (seriousssly?!), toys galore, and the yummiest of treats. That hasn’t stopped me from chasing them down the hall every night and latching onto their legs for the walking meat sticks that they are. I get away with it, too. I’m adorable.

Another pleasure of mine? Sleeping all day and playing all night. My humans LOVE it. At least I think so. That’s why they sleep with those squirt stick things on their night stands and spray me every time I run in and climb up their curtains, right?

I’m truly the best kitty. The humans give me love and food and did I mention the catnip? Or is that stuff still illegal? Don’t tell on them, okay? I’m sure one day, I’ll give them something far better than litter box crumbies on the carpet. Maybe.