Being held, petted, worried about.
Intimidating Racoons and Possums who have wrongfully attempted to move into the vicinity of Multnomah.
Patrolling with the other officers.
Eating.
Sleeping.
Being held by you baby...
Music
I end up listening to jazz and NPR all day. How's that for a cultured cat??
Movies
It doesn't matter...as long as you're there...
Television
No.
Books
I can't read. And yet I always find myself in the bookstore...
Heroes
Aslan, Father of all cats and savior of the superi...I mean feline species.
About me: Check out my pics!
I am Multnomah's sexiest cat. Ladies...I am so available, just give me a call at the security phone's extension, or come and cuddle up with me on the bookstore couch. I'll even let you hold me close. I love it when you hold me close...
Who I'd like to meet: All the single fine ladies of Multnomah...or anyone with food.
rage, you truly are special, and will always have a place in my heart.... but i really have to tell you something. i don't know how to say this, but ... there's another cat in my life, and we've been seeing each other daily. i hope we can still be good friends tho. ok?
Your crazy you know. Cats aren't supposed to like climbing trees, yet you just shoot up them. Bet you looove it when I shake the tree while your in it though. :P ;)
you may just be right! even the people who are considered abrasive by regular people hate me! ah well... someday i will find my place in the sun... i bet theres an island full of well-meaning people who never have an ounce of meanness in their bodies(their bones are a little different because that's where quick wit comes from), but always come across looking that way. i bet they lie in the sun and accidentally piss each other off, but laugh about it 3 seconds later because they realize they meant well... sort of... or at least wanted to destroy each other but realized now was not the right time, but wanted to send a silent clue... boy, i hope it's not full of impulsive abrasive people... i bet that would have a huge murder rate... seeing that 3 seconds is too long for some people... but anyways, there are all the well meaning people who often avoid large social settings but in reality dont because they like energy, but somehow cant get along with some people at the red robin they work at even though they try to be nice... and they sit there, casually alluding to their problems, as they turn the spit with the golden orange and yellow, bird loving, fish killing kitt... PIGS! and happily live their abrasive lives away....
or maybe there is indeed a place for me in the sun... after i finally put the last straw on the camel of our legal system and they fire me out of a cannon into the sun...
Rage, I know that Jon and I have now moved to Texas, but we wanted you to know that you are still the best cat ever! The cats here are NOTHING compared to you!
Rage... you know you were one of the first peeps I really hung out with at Multnomah. Too bad you're not a cute girl. But I got one of those now! Hey let's go climbing together sometime.
Rage your a stud cat. I remember the time i first met you. I was walking from memorial and I ran into you by windows parking lot. I gave you some good lovin pets and you followed me all the way to cb. Oh and the last time I say you, you were passed out under a rhodadendron bush by mitchell library. That didn't look like rat catching to me. Sleeping on the JOB??
Rage- thanks for the friend invite. It caught me off guard, especially since you ate my dinner last semester while I was patrolling (twice) and we weren't on the friendliest of terms. I'm not bitter, just cautious.
Hope you feel better. It looks like the waether is slowing you down a bit more than usual.
