Indoor Cat

I was told in my kittenhood that I was an indoor cat. 

I peek under the door to see if anyone will open it for me. I have learned to open it myself! So call me Houdini.

I cannot resist any hanging thing anywhere. 

                                                        or getting into bags, any bag!

I am compelled to test this back scratcher, if I can only reachhhh

Closets, my  favourite. So much to explore!

             I like to leap and lurch without making a noise! No bell collar for me thank you.

Ahh so many toys so little time...zzzzzz

Balls, just love'm!

My Kittenhood

I was rescued from under a car parked in a Melbourne shopping mall. My baby eyes were still shut. When I opened them I knew instinctively Miguel was a keeper. He named me Rammstein, after his then favourite German industrial band. Strong name. Strong cat. So there.

Barely a couple months old, @Miguel took me to visit his family. It was love at first sight for all xxo

Miguel are you awake yet? I want to play!!

Miguel took me outdoors I've never seen such s-p-a-c-e!! My scaredy kitty look!



What was that noise?? Chirp chirp tweet tweet


Get me outta herrrrrrrreeeeeeeee (notice all my little hairs on end!!)

Ahhhh, safe in familiar surroundings. Purrrrrrr