Happy Gotcha Day Nigel!

Happy Gotcha Day to ME!

Happy Gotcha Day to ME!

Happy Gotcha Day me, uh Nigel!

Happy Gotcha Day to ME!

 

You know that I'm the happiest boy on the planet, right?  It was 4 years ago today that I walked into a trap on a snowy morning...and I thought I was going to die.  Really I did.

 

I was SO freaked out!

 

Of course now I know that the trap meant that I was coming inside a nice warm house for good.   I forgave my mom and dad for taking me to the vet and getting some things taken care of.  I never did fall for the "tutoring" story. 

 

My fur is all silky soft now.  My mom lovingly calls me her "Big Lug" and "Hunk 'o Mancat".   If you look closely at my pictures you can see cat food crumbs on my chin.  Ha!  That's me.  I can be a bit messy, but I'm still loved to pieces around here.  The food bowl is always full.

 

My favorite thing to do is to grind my nose into my mom's hand while she's trying to help us blog.   It's what I do best.

 

I hope you can stay awhile and help me celebrate!

 

If you are one of my new furriends or you missed my first Gotcha Day celebration, click the link and you can see me sing my "King of the Yard" song.

 

Grab a niptini and hang out for awhile with me, ok?

Happy Gotcha Day Nigel!!!

Hi there!  Welcome to my Gotcha Day celebration.  I've been singing and dancing all week in preparation for the big day so I thought I'd like to have a sing along.  Cats can meow along, dogs can woof and humans can sing if they know the tune.

Meow along with me (to the tune of King of the Road)

Dog house for sale or rent

Warm beds to let fifty cents

No phone no pool no pets

I ain’t got a nip cigarette

Ah but, 2 hours of hunting squirrel

Buys a 8x12 inch free shelter

I’m a mancat of means by no means

King of the yard

Third boxcar midnight train

Destination Portland OR (not Maine!)

Old worn out collar and paws

I don’t follow no stink’in laws

I smoke old nip stogies I have found

Short but not too big around

I'm a mancat of means by no means

King of the yard.

I know every food bowl in every yard

All of the stray cats and all of their names

And every handout on every porch

And every dish that ain’t licked when no one’s around

I sing dog house for sale or rent….

Thank you for coming by to celebrate my big day with me!  A year ago this very day on a snowy morning, mom put some Fancy Feast in a trap.  I walked in, the door slammed and I immediately freaked out.  Little did I know that life was about to get good.  VERY GOOD!    Now I can't imagine being outside in the yard. In a whole year I haven't even walked near a door.  I look out windows sometimes, but I like what I see on the inside much better.  I'm still working on wooing Miss Ellie.  She gave me a lick on the head the other night so there is hope.

When I was first hanging out and trapped, I was called Bojangles.   My Cat Blogosphere furriends helped mom pick out my new name.  I still love it.

It's good to be king.  Of the house.

Pee Ess:  Thank you so much to Ann at Zoolatry for making these wonderful graphics to celebrate my big day.