Sup, guys?!

Hi err'body! I haven't forgotten about this blog. I've just been busy learning about the world. Also, I figure that since I was named after an inter-library loan system, I ought to be a fan of reading & writing. So I've sent a few letters to Amelia's friends. A lot of them like cats, so I figured I could convince them to be friends with me.

And a lot of them seem super nice! Jamie is a nap champion. I am also a nap champion, so we've got something in common. And I met this guy named Matthew via Skype a couple of days ago; he seems cool. And when I show my pretty little face to the webcam, Angela can't even focus on talking to Amelia because I'm so damn cute that it's distracting.

I wish that Lucy (the grown up cat who lives here) would be as nice to me as the humans have been. She hisses at me all the time. :-(

But life is pretty good in general! I'm not allowed to go outside, but that's okay. The house is pretty interesting! There are these awesome huge water bowls that I can literally climb into located in every bathroom in the house! (Amelia seems to think that they are chairs, however; I wish I could convince her otherwise so she'd stop blocking my access to the water with her butt.) And I have lots of toys, because everything is a toy. My favorite toy is Amelia's hand. It's chewy and it moves.

I feel the same way about her toes.

My favorite food is macaroni and cheese. I get in trouble when I stick my face into a bowl of it, though. Amelia gives me salmon out of a can instead. The salmon is delicious, but I've heard Amelia say that salmon is her favorite food so I try to be considerate and not eat all of the salmon, so I can save some for her. But then, because I haven't eaten all of the salmon, I'm still hungry so I go toward the mac & cheese. And she gets mad at me for eating the mac & cheese even though I know she doesn't care about mac & cheese nearly as much as she cares about salmon.

I'm just trying to be a nice guy, jeez. :-(

My favorite place to sleep is in the laundry hamper. Everything is smelly and soft.

So I guess the moral of the story is that I like smelly and soft things: toes, salmon, mac & cheese, and dirty laundry.

I'm going to take a nap in the dirty laundry now. I can climb into the hamper all by myself! Amelia gets pissed off when I knock it over and spill all the clothes onto the floor.

She can be a party pooper sometimes. But she has delicious toes so I guess it's okay.

Let's clear up some confusion.

I mentioned in my last post that I was born in Saginaw, MI. But I don't live there. When Amelia put me in the car to take me to my new home, we were in there for a couple of hours-- long enough for me to take a pretty solid nap.

I live in Grosse Pointe Park, MI.

But Amelia has lotsa friends in Saginaw. And one of them sent her a text message last night asking a question that I think I should answer here: "Since he's a MeLCat, does that mean you have to send him back to Saginaw in 2 weeks?"

No. Why not? Because I'm a ~for realz~ MeLCat, which means that like other cats, I don't like car rides. :-/

I am, however, available to chat via Skype. I've met two people this way already: Amelia's friend Angela in Bay City, MI, and her friend Sarah in Stillwater, OK. So let me know if you're interested in that.

I've gotta live up to my name somehow, I guess.

MeLCat starts a blog.

Hi, Internet!

Because I'm a kitten, I have a lot of free time. When I'm not napping or eating, I'm just learning rules (I live with humans, so they have rules). And that's boring. So I decided to take up a hobby: blogging. This is where I can talk shit about them and their rules.

AND MAKE MY OWN RULES.

Anyway. My name is Mel. As the little intro blurb at the top of this page, explains, I was named after the Michigan Electronic Library Catalog, or MeLCat. I don't really know what that means, but Amelia (the lady who adopted me) thinks it's hilarious, and her sister Paige thinks it's stupid.

I was born in Saginaw, Michigan on June 30, 2011. I had ear mites and then the vet got rid of them, so now the bugs that live in my ears are dead instead of alive. I'm actually a little bit sad about that because I like to chase bugs and kill them, and the vet didn't give me a chance to show off my skillz. :-/

This past Saturday, I was napping per usual. And I woke up in this place with lots of dogs. And random people kept picking me up and holding me; they wouldn't let me sleep. :-(

And then this lady in a Janis Joplin shirt walked in and picked me up and took me home with her. Her name is Amelia. I've only been hanging out with her for two days, so I don't know a whole lot about her. But judging by her shirt, she has good taste in music. Also, her toes are really delicious. She must think so too, because she keeps telling me to stop biting them. She wants them all to herself, I guess.

She also lives with three other people: her parents, sister, and a grown up cat named Lucy. I want to be everyone's friend but Amelia is selfish and wants me all to herself.

I figure the more friends I make, the more toes I get to eat.

I'm really sleepy, so it's naptime. And then maybe I will talk someone into feeding me dinner. Or someone who lives in this house will find this blog and realize that I would like some dinner.