Hi, I'm Cinnamon, a 5 year old Maine Coon.

I live in a big house with a family that I adopted. I even let them take my last name. As long as they continue to feed me, pamper me and cater to my every whim I'll allow them to stay. Otherwise, they're outta here in a New Jersey minute.

Every once in a while I hear one of the adoptees, this old guy who's pretty gray (well, at least the little bit of hair that's left) say things like "if there's reincarnation I want to come back as one of my wife's cats". Obviously he's unfamiliar with the concept.... I'm not her cat, she's my human. She may own HIM, but she definitely doesn't own me

Every once in a while these fools think they're going to take me for a car ride. Get a life...... that happened to me once.... ended up on a cold metal table looking at a funny looking guy in a white coat.....never again.

Funniest thing is when they sit there and call me.... do they REALLY think I'm going to get down from the window sill and walk over to them? Get a life man, get a life. By now you'd think they'd know better... but noooooo, day after day they keep on trying. Guess I'll have to train them better.

Well, stretttcccccchhhhhh gotta go. Time to get up from the window sill and wander over to the food dish.

Cinnamon Johnson

[This message has been edited by Cinnamon (edited 06-17-2000).]


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