I'm the Monster Under the Covers. That's what my mom calls me at least. The other names I hear are Mickey Mouse, Michael and Miguel, I like Monster. I'm what she calls a shelter kitty.
My early memories are of a big cage with 2 of my litter mates and occasionally a few other kittens. My mom and her "other kids" (her words not mine. I call them slaves. They feed me and clean my toilet) brought me home to a big house all to myself. I only punished them occasionally if they left me for a day or so without the attention I deserve.
I had the food dishes to myself, a litter box of my own and plenty of places to sleep. I also had all the toys a kitten could want, but instead of playing with those, I like paper and rocks or mom's keyboard while she's trying to type.
I don't know how I landed here, but it is definitely paradise on earth!
Each week, I will allow my mom to take a picture of me and share just why I have earned the name Monster. I may even introduce my slaves and anyone else that might be important in my life.
