My name is Anita. I am the sister of Julie, July's 1999 pampered Princess of the Month.
I am writing because I am sick and tired of her high and mighty attitude around here. Ever since she received that title, she has become unbearable! She thinks that not only mom and dad have to treat her royally but that the rest of us cats do. I say PHOOEY! I say, it's MY turn. My mommy and daddy pamper me ALMOST as much as her. Maybe if I win, I can get some extra attention for myself!
After all, I am special too. Mommy picked me out from the shelter. I was terribly sick though. Only spent 2 days in my new home before I ended up in the hospital for a week with pneumonia. It was just awful. Tubes here, tubes there. Shots here, shots there. And all by myself too since I was contagious. The only bright spot in my day was at every lunch time and every dinner time when my new family came to visit me. Even my new nana came along to see me. Mommy was afraid I would think that they didn't want me if they didn't visit and check on me while I was there.
Mommy would hold me like a baby and I would cry and cry and cry.
I learned early on to demand pampering worthy of royalty. (I would cry very hard with real tears when the vet tried to make them leave). Eventually when I came home, my daddy slept with me, separate from that snob Julie. That's when we really bonded. (haha Julie didn't get that).
Now, I make my mom and dad pet me while I eat. Thats cool! I even make them walk me outside on a leash just like Julie. I don't really like it, but I MUST keep up with the 'snob'. I sleep on top my dad. I am his favorite baby. When I had to get shots and take pills I got my own tuna fish that I didn't have to share.
NOW tell me who is more pampered. I have also learned to continue to make those pitiful crying hospital noises and they come running, and I mean running. Then I really get whatever I want. A pat on the head, a little game of chase, hugging, kssing, or even my very favorite game, tag on the bed with one of those wonderful plastic pull tabs from pails of kitty litter. So you see, I am special and pampered too.

Anita