Hello, my name is Caramel Tracy. I am 5 months old, and I am a beautiful (if I do say so myself) Calico.

My best friend is my furrkid. And also my big furrsister "Get Out Of The Basement, Missy", well, at least that's what my furrmommy yells to her. I think her real name is Madchen (May-chin) . I like to tease my doggy. His name is Seven.

Don't feel bad if any of you can't go outside at night. My furrkid wants me to be able to go outside during the day, but my furrmommy says no, because there was a thing called a fisher cat found on my street. I like those things that are outside and they have lots of feathers, and they float in the air. I can't catch one though, because I am too small.

My family got me on May 28, 2000. My furrkid was looking and looking and looking for a kitten for three weeks.When she had almost had enough, and ready to give up, my furrdaddy remembered about a lady who we had gotten my tempermental furrsister (Madchen) from. So my furrdaddy got out her old, dusty business card, and called her. The next day, she called and said to call her back. So they did, and they told her the story. She said that she had a new litter, my litter. When they came to see my litter, all of my brothers and sisters were already reserved. The lady (Terri), had reserved me for them before we got there. It was very nice. I remember being picked up by everyone. They ALL said they wanted me. But Terri said no. My furrkid LOVED me. About 2 weeks later, they came to take me home. Luckily, the people who were adopting my FAVORITE brother, were there at the same time. That was the last I saw of him. I loved him so much. So far, my family has showed me they care about me more than anyone ever has (except for my birth mommy).

And if you want tips on how to get the absolute MOST attention while your family was downstairs, do the mating call meow right into a vent that leads downstairs, or at the top of the stairs. This makes it sound like you are hurt, and they will ALL surely come running.

Meows,
Princess Caramel