Hi, I'm Blue. As you can see, I have my own web page, too. Just like Dylan. Mom and I have had
lots of fun creating my page, so I hope you will enjoy it. I guess I get second billing because I'm the second oldest. I'm about 7 years
old, or about 44 in human years. That makes me second in command around here.
I am a blue (silver) tabby, hence the name "Blue." (Aren't they original?) Actually, Mom says my name is Blueberries and Cream because I have some light tan stripes, too. Sounds a little pretentious to me. I prefer just plain "Blue," thank you very much.
Mom and Poppy rescued me from the local SPCA, too. They brought me home the same time they brought Dylan home. I was only 4 months old at the time, though. They were only looking for one cat--to replace Fritz (see Fritz's page). But I caught them at a weak moment. As they were surveying the
available cats and kittens, I simply reached out a paw to them. It was so easy! Mom just melted, and I knew I was home free. It was the smartest move I ever made. For once, Dylan is right: Mom and Poppy are the best parents a cat could have.
I also get tuna every day, but I don't care much for milk. I sleep anywhere I want (almost)--I prefer heights, actually. (That's because that fat cat Dylan can't get me if I'm on top of the china cabinet. He He.) Mom and Poppy play with me a lot, but never as much as I'd like. I love to play. Mom is fond of saying that I would rather play than eat. Maybe.
Mom and Poppy had me spayed, they make sure I get all of my shots, and take me to the vet whenever I get sick or get critters like fleas or ear mites. I really hate to go to the vet. But I love to have my tummy scratched. And I love windows.
I also really hate it when Dylan chases me. I always tell Mom and Poppy and they fuss at him. (Whoever told you that life is fair, Dylan?) Now, I like to chase Jet, too.
Mom and Poppy don't like for me to do that, any more than they like Dylan to. I didn't want Jet and FuzzButt to butt (get it?) in on our happy home, but Mom and Poppy seemed to think it was a good idea, so we had to learn to live with it. Hey, I live with Dylan, I can live with anything! Mom tells me I'm a sweet girl, but sometimes I get just a little jealous of
Jet and FuzzButt. I usually get over it, though.
I don't get into trouble as often as Dylan does, because I'm a "good girl." Mom calls me "Blue Girl" and tells me I am her Princess and her "Love Bug." Huh? Anybody out there know what that last one means? I let her talk silly, because I know she loves me, and I love her. She also tells me I'm beautiful. Here's a picture of me hiding from Dylan. Do you agree? Gotta go now, but I'll be back. Bye, bye.
