Hi, I was a feral cat named Tremor (nobody knows why). You can tell by my picture how tough I am. I wandered the streets and alleys of San Diego until Gary and Dorothy (they're the only ones I'd allow to pick me up) took me in when I got sick and I haven't been outside since then. They tell me I'm a perfect house cat. It's a lot nicer in here. I don't have to worry about the weather, my food, other cats chasing me, or the paper carrier hitting me when he throws the newspaper every morning, or the trashman picking me up with the garbage (but I still run and hide when they come by just in case).
When I first came to live here we had a beautiful dog named Yankee but he was 15 years old and before long he had to move on to the Rainbow Bridge. We all miss him. He was a great friend. Then Gary and Dorothy went off one morning and came back with this crazy dog named Sugar.
She keeps following me around the house about 2 steps behind me and she always wakes me up from my nap. Everybody knows afternoons were meant for sleeping not playing. But I guess she'll work out alright as long as she keeps in mind that I'm the BOSS.
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