Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY. This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better. Some of them, you may already know. We hope that you enjoy this new series!
Name: Ody. That’s pronounced “Oddy,” not like Garfield’s mutt. Not that it matters to ES since he allows everyone at the vet’s office to call me Odie. Of all the nice, perfectly good names to give a cute little kitty cat like myself, I get stuck with something nobody can pronounce right.
Age: 6 years and a handful of months, but who’s counting? Not me, since I don’t get birthday parties or presents or anything like that to even know if I’m another year older or not. Is anyone looking to adopt a sweet, cuddly, handsome tuxedo cat? Preferably someone who enjoys spoiling princely felines like myself rotten?
Location: Hell. Well, that’s what I consider it to be. I’m trapped here in this 5 room house, surrounded by squirrels who taunt me through the window, and only my stupid little step-brother Biskit to play with. Not that he likes playing… if you want to talk to him, he’s probably hiding under the bed right now.
Web/Blog Page: What web/blog page? Nobody would even know about me if ES didn’t exploit my natural cuteness as a photo model to lure people into reading his hideous Evil Squirrel’s Nest: Evil Squirrel’s Nest The only thing accurate about that blog is the word “Evil,” which is a good description of my keeper. Well, that and this place is definitely a rat’s nest… (Be sure to pop over and say hey – remember to tell Ody that Bacon and Houdini sent you.)
What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? Welcome to life without parole. Don’t believe me? Just ask Biskit what happens when you track cat litter through the house. He had to spend time in THE BOX! OK, so it’s really just a laundry hamper…
What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home? Probably the first time I saw the bars on the windows… the barbed wire fence outside the compound… the evil vacuum cleaner that’s used to keep me and Biskit in line. I pretty much knew right then and there that I was never going to be leaving here again.
What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home? ES likes to keep important doors closed, like the one that goes from the kitchen into that place he parks his hideous car. While he was asleep one day, I…. er, I mean Biskit managed to shimmy the door open, and you know… us cats being curious and all. I just wanted to see what was outside of my normal boundaries. So ES happens to wake up right then and sees me peeking inside the door from the garage. Even my cutest, most innocent looking kitty face didn’t keep me from getting yelled at and having my cable TV privileges revoked.
Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? I don’t really have a choice in the matter like most kittycats. But if there’s anyone out there who would like to give me a different parent to like, and you know how to pull off a successful jailbreak, please send me a saw hidden inside of a cake! Make sure the cake is chocolate, too…
What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you? That I apparently don’t deserve to be attended to any less than 24 hours a day. Look at what I have to do to get some belly scratches from stupid ES…
Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend Ody – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!