My name is Harry Spotter and I am a Sphynx, which means I don't have any fur. I am just bald and naked and proud as can be. When I was home for just a few months mom and dad found out I had a heart murmur during a check-up. My first momma was upset that it turned out I had a heart problem, so she offered to take me back but my new momma said -No! They could never give me up, she even offered to give momma a new kitty and keep me too. But, momma said no, not at this time. So, I went to a heart specialst the vet reccommended. He prescribed a human beta-blocker every morning. I am 4 years old now and feeling fine-cold sometimes but fine.
I had a sister Lady Harley that passed away at age 14. She was like a momma to me. I miss her. My life was very lonely without her so mum and dad got me a new sister named Fiona. What a pest! You will have to read my blog to find out why.
By the way you may notice I sometimes speak in British slang on my posts. Love speaking in slang, so much fun. I also have an affinity for all things British. I love my Bowler, Brolly and Butty sandwiches. Cheerio!
Santa was here and left two presents under the tree. The moment I saw the big box wrapped in green paper with Santa and a snowman on it I knew it was mine. So, what is a kitty supposed to do? I attacked it, I had to free my toys inside. I ripped the bow off and was ready to bite and tear the paper when mom saw me and yelled at me. She said the present was for the new grand-baby and that I had to stop. The nerve, first they bring Fiona home, she gives me a virus that I have still not recovered from, she took all my favorite napping spots and now this. The only wrapped gift under the tree was not for me. It was for the new grand-baby. So, I took the shiny green bow that was in my mouth and I ran off with it. The only two gifts under the tree and neither are for me or for Fiona. Mom and dad don't give gifts to each other on Christmas. This year they are watching their pennies because of Fiona and my vet bills and Wenxuan in China.. So all they bought was a gift for the grand baby and a gift for their son's girfriends little boy and that was it. What about moi? Fiona is getting all the attention, she took over my blog and I even had to change the URL and it's name to include her and now there is Not one gift for me under there.
I sure hope that Santa Paws knows of my situation and comes on Christmas Eve. I have been a very good boy and I deserve some toys and treats. So, if any of you know him will you please put in a good word for me? I'm not picky, I like mousies with cat nip, and a nice warm blankie for my heated bed would be nice, and a bad to the bone kitty sweater. I am a little distressed right now. I hope Santa Paws comes. So, if you know him please tell him to come to my house.
I will be will purring and praying for all of you out there to have a very Merry Christmas and a Joyous and Healthy New Year! and for all those sick kitties out there to get well.