Hello Internet,
I wanted to let you know that I am a world traveler. I was born in Rochester NY in a town they call Greece. These people took me in when they saw me destroying mice in their garage and called me Bear Cat. Probably because Im so fur-ocious. Then my momma and dad came and got me, stuffed me in a box and took me to a house in a place they called "downtown." They started calling me Delancey (not as cool as Bear Cat) and I meowed at everything.
Then just as I found all the good sunbeam spots my people moved me to a place they called "Park ave." I would have loved to stick around but all they did was complain about how the ceiling kept collapsing and the apartment was falling apart. The new house was pretty cool too because I got to watch all the people out the front window but again, just as I'm getting comfortable, they go and move me. This time they got this huge truck and we went to this place called "Minneapolis." It took 2 years just to drive all the way there! Then again, I don't really have a good grasp on time.
Anyway, see how far I have traveled? All over the world. I have lived in over 3 apartments, been to multiple grandma's houses, been to a vet, and napped in multiple cities. I guess Im a pretty well traveled cat.
meow meow.
