Kiwi Chateau     

If I've got ONE failing, it's that I'm a Dribbler!

The moment I get a lap to sit on, my purrrfect motor kicks in and I become SO happy that I simply can't control the FLOODS of saliva that ensue! This doesn't exactly endear my Two-Legs to me, so lap-time is less frequent than it once was. Not to worry... I make up for it when they're in bed, when I can jump up and drench their faces before they have a chance to fend me off! 

If I've got THREE * failings, they're that I dribble, that I'm the Scarediest Cat in the world and that I simply ADORE food! I eat to make myself sick, which I'm apt to do on a daily basis! This seems to be another favour-decrying trait in the eyes of my Two Legs, who struggle valiantly to deprive me of my most fervent desires... the big meanies!

THEY seem to think that my penchant for non-stop eating is the reason why I'm SO rotund and that I can't groom myself properly, but the truth is that I really LIKE the racing-stripe that Monsieur le Vet has to gouge out down the length of my back from time to time! ... C'est tres Chic!!! 

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* Having outsmarted (by virtue of outliving) my siblings, I ended up with WAY too many failings for my 2-legs' to list, but it's fair to say that my howling struck a very special chord!