Fred the Cat lets himself out of the bag
Last week some of you guys asked me to divulge some things about myself. Okay, first of all I have all my shots. I am immune to all cat diseases and I’m also immune to tags and memes. Pop even has that shot too.
Plus, because of my undercover work, I can't tell you too much about my personal life. I just can’t take the chance of being out-ed. I’m not sure what that means but after living outside the first year or so of my life, I can tell you that’s not someplace I want to go again. No outing for me, thanks.
There are a couple of things that I guess I can finally tell you about me. You may find this hard to believe, but I can’t type. Are you shocked? I thought you might be. Did you really think a cat could type? Come on, get real. Actually, Murphy the dog types all my posts for me.
The other thing that I can tell you is that I think I have magic fur. Monday morning when Pop was so upset due to the electric being out and Mr. Pop being gone, she began to rub her hand over my head and down my back. Just like magic, she stopped being upset and instead began cooing and talking to me. First thing you know, she’s smiling and happy again. I’m the man! I am the Magic Fur Cat!
Have a great weekend and try to find a cool place for your catnap.
Fred the Cat (the cat who loves you guys)