|Occupation||Cats don't work|
|Location||The Paw (CommuniPAW Avenuej, United States|
|Introduction||I'm a ghetto cat, who was born & raised on the street, until my arrest, along with several of my posse, on trumped-up charges. We didn't do it. I did hard time at the Liberty Shelter before being transferred to a halfway house in Hillsborough. In 2006, I was released into the care of an elderly couple, who I now call my peeps, aka TW and Pop. They give me 3 squares a day but they can't control me.|
|Interests||Causing pain to the humans, playing with interactive toys like lasers, eating tuna, sleeping|
|Favorite Music||Rap and hip hop|
|Favorite Books||You think I read??!!|
Why does the taste of pennies remind you of losing a tooth?
I bite; therefore I am Revenge is best served over and over Don't get mad; get even