Hello!

My name is Princess Taffeena Poopnagel Edwards. Now, don't laugh at my middle name

--it belonged originally to a furry honored family memfur, otherwise known as Poppy.

But please don't call me that--just call me Taffy!

 

When my human was trying to make this page like all the other family members' pages,

I said, "No!" I wanted to design it myself so it would be different (and better).

The first picture below is the way I looked when the human found me on the deck and

brought me in. I wasn't half-starved, I was all starved--and I was feeling furry sick,

too! Mommy (that's what I call the human) said I weighed less than a feather.

 

 

Here I am after a visit to the V*t and lots of good meals and treats. As you can

see,I have put on lots of weight! In this picture I am begging for more food.

 

Poor Mommy! I have got her just where I want her. She spoils me a lot because I was in such bad shape when she took me in, and I encourage this treatment by meowing pitifully when it's time for dinner and my late-night treats. She didn't know I had been declawed, but finally noticed it when I kneaded on her and didn't make holes in her leg. Of course, that made her treat me all the nicer.

Well, I have told you some of the good things, now I have to mention some of the bad ones. The worst one is Opie. He chases me and won't leave me alone even when I growl at him! The other cats pay attention when I do that, and stay away from me--except Sammy. I have to say he is not bad. Sometimes I share my late-night snack with him. The so-called Queen, Bitsy, tried to scare me at first, but ha ha! Now I chase her every time she comes into the bedroom. She used to rule in there, but now she hardly even comes in.

Some other good things are being on the bed when Mommy and Daddy are asleep. I like to lie on top

of Daddy's pillow and wash and groom for hours. Then I like to lick and bite Mommy's arm and hand. Sometimes she wakes up and pets me, but usually she puts her arms under the covers and pretends

to be asleep.

Update! Grrrrrrr! The humans now put me out of the bedroom efurry nite! Just because I jump around a lot, trying to find a comfy place to sleep. Honestly, I didn't mean to land on Mommy's leg when I jumped from one piece of furniture to the bed. When she howled, I quickly tried to remedy it by jumping on the headboard, but my feet slipped (it was dark) and I landed in her face instead. Now, no matter how I beg, Daddy picks me up and puts me out of the room. I am so upset! One good thing, though, is that Bitsy doesn't even go in there anymore, let alone stay in. Tee hee!

(As much as I purrtended not to like her, I was sad when Bitsy went to the Bridge in 2001.

She was a good Queen and role model fur me.)

 

Here are some links that are all about my favorite things

Clubs I belong to

Awards and Prizes I have won

Parties I have been to

My winkwink

My hobbies

My new job

 

Well, that's enough talking fur now. It is time fur dinner.

 

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