Wasn't I adorable? My momma was a stray kitty that The Mommy and my ex-daddy used to feed and shelter in their garage; they never could catch her to be able to get her spayed and so she had quite a few litters, and unfortunately they couldn't catch hardly any of the kittens to get them to good homes either even though they tried really really hard, and most of them disappeared when they were young. But they loved me at first sight and they wuz able to catch me and bring me inside as a furever kitty when I was about 6 weeks old. They already had 5 other kitties at that point, including my 3 older half-siblings whom you'll meet later. (When The Mommy and ex-daddy split up a year later, she tooked all of us kitties with her.)
The Mommy named me Roxy 'cause she heard The Police singing Roxanne on the radio while she was trying to figure out what my name should be and thought the shorter version would be the perfect name for a cute little kitty like me! As Pixie said, we all have other names too, and although some of them are similiar, we all have at least one special nickname that's just ours (besides our real names of course). Pixie's special name is Darlin', no one else gets called that. My special name is Baby Doll! The Mommy also calls me Roxy Mae, Roxster, Rox, Roxy Baby, The Roxmeister, Roxinator (some of these sound familiar to Pixie's names? ).
I had my V-E-T visit a couple of weeks ago, and I was even more skeered than Pixie was. The Mommy says I'm the skeerediest skeerdy-cat of all of The Kitty Krew. When we go outside, I don't like it when there's any noise or any neighbors come out or any cars come down the street -- I get skeered and run inside (The Mommy leaves the front door open for us!) and then have to be coaxed back out. So I don't spend as much time outside as the others, although Pixie can be almost as skeered of the noises as me. But here I am sniffing The Mommy's elbow as she sat on the front porch with us on Saturday.
That's all for me this time around. Bye peoples!