Now that you've met Rick (and I sincerely hope you gave his tour stop
the full twenty or thirty seconds it deserved), let's move on to a more
appealing topic - me. (Ed. update: The pictures here
are so ancient I don't know where to start. I can at least safely say
there's not a piece of clothing shown that I still fit in.)
As you can see, I am a fun-loving and playful cat, not above climbing
through a tunnel of coat hangers or chasing the occaisional bird. As
I have Rick to take care of most of my earthly needs (except, of course,
the need for intelligent discourse), and I've got him to the point where
he can pretty much run the web page himself, I've got plenty of time
to indulge my capricious nature.
However, some of you cats just can't take a hint. I don't mind the primates
that write Rick or stop by to see him, but I simply don't have time
to accept feline visitors! Living a life of sybaritic pleasure and sleeping
18 hours a day doesn't leave me much time to chit-chat. So don't drop
by - unless you want a taste of this...
This picture shows me meeting my last uninvited guest in the stairwell
of my apartment. When Miss Boots would not take "no" for an
answer, I was forced (pow!) to unleash a devastating left paw (claws
retracted, of course) on her. I followed up with a flurry of jabs (pam!
zap! boom!), and continued with a number of back kicks (wap! wappita!
Oh, the exhilaration! The rush of battle! I leap! I pounce! I trash
and spin! Pow! Bop! Crash! Meerrrorrrowwwwowwowwwwww!!!
(ahem) Excuse me. I, ummm, got caught up in the moment there. Anyway,
as you can see, my prospective visitor was soon toppled by my might
and skill and beat a hasty retreat. Let that be a lesson to you all...you
have been warned.
the Virtual Tour