Hi. My name is Buckwheat. I was recently rescued from a cage at Noah's Arc. I am a lot happier with my new 1600 sq. ft. cage. I can remember having to make a ridiculous purring noise to be removed from my one by two cell at the Arc. Then being pawed repeatedly by prospective owners bathed in smelly hand sanitizers. Now with 1600 feet and so many places to hide, I am almost untouchable. It wasn't a very friendly welcome, as a mean female feline didn't want to share her toys. Here she is guarding her dusty scratching post that she hasn’t touched in years.
Mom’s got me covered. OHH!!! Crap!!! What a wench!
I’m not touching it! Back off!!
When I first got home, Cindy my human, bought me a bed . I began to share it with my big brother Fez, who lets me chase him. He plays nice and don’t try to hurt me. This is him taking a nap.
Then guess what happened? Ya She can’t stand anyone having anything of their own.
So I found my way to a high place, only to be outdone by the wench, who found her way to the
Well I’m going to round up some more socks. You see, it’s my mission in life to remove every loose sock in the bedroom and scatter them throughout the rest of my 1600sq. ft. gulag. Then I’ll try to remind Pa to make a movie of my playtime and graceful frolic to send to you. Until then " Buckwheat out " .
