My city...
Las Vegas

A little about me...
My maid (that’s what I call her behind her back) took my picture as I sat in her chair and contemplated my life’s story. I was ready to start typing (after all it’s my computer) when she pulled out that god forsaken thing that she hides behind, while calling my name so I’ll look at her. Most of the time, I look the other way just to mess with her but this time, she caught me looking, well, dare I say it, sweet. Look I have a reputation to uphold so don’t let that picture fool you, I am, as Armani, my feline au pair says, “The Godfather” of my house and as Armani knows, of her house as well.

Truth be told, any respect I get, I have earned. I was born in an alley, picked up, and dropped off at some hotel with metal rooms before my first birthday. I couldn’t hang with the other cool cats because of my ear, well it hurt quite a bit. (It still does). One day, SHE walked in, picked me up and I’ve been with her ever since. She’s actually pretty nice, she accepts me the way I am. She stays away from my bad ear, I keep it lower than the other one and it throws me off from time to time, especially when I want to jump on the maids chair. Sometimes I miss it, she thinks it adds to my charm. As you can see, she ain’t wrong.