Tuesday, January 30, 2007
I'm Sally, aka Tiny Tiger, aka Sergeant Sally. I'm a real life siddur to Obi, Reno, and Smokey.
My right eye is also scarred from being born to a feral mama with Feline Herpes 1, or Feline Rhinotracheitis Virus. And I was stuck in the cage at da crazy cat lady's garage fur nine months too. Maw has to nab me almost efery day and get the black gunk off my eye with a warm, moist cotton ball cuz my eye starts closing up when the black gunk crusts. I dunt like wen Maw nabs me, but den I kin see agin later.
Dey call me Tiny Tiger cuz I ist the liddlest wun here at the Forty Paws wayin in at only 8 lbs, wich is bout haf ov efurrybody else here. Dey also call me Sergeant Sally cuz I patrol da howse an da cage and make my reports by howlin BERY LOUDLY. Da beans dunt like my 5:00 am reports too much. But itz my yob. So I walk up and down da hall and into da rooms and howl. Yep. Dat's my yob.
Wen my brudders roll me, I like to scream at da top ov my lungs an make my escape. Wile my brudders is recoverin frum my ear shattering scream, I click the biggify on my tail and run!!! Den I laf cuz dey dunt know wat happened!!!
I ist also the hunter 'roun here. I bring in crickets and geckos frum the cage or da garage. Den I kerry dem 'round in my mouth. Trubl is dat wen u lif wid as many poodies az I do, dey tend to surround da one whoze got sumtin. Sumtimes I haf to click the biggify on my tail and run wid my prey. But den efurrybody follows!!! It is bery hard to terrorize my prey wid so many uders wantin it.
I like to polish my prey tactics by leaping strait up in da air 'bout 3 feet and landin on nufin. Maw lafs cuz she dunt understand wat gud prey tactics is. But we poodies know how important the leap can be.
Ok. I need to go patrol now.
Luf, Sergeant Sally