All my aliases

My person has a lot of nicknames for me. I usually go by Milo but I'm also known as M, M-Cat, Milo-Cat, Bunny, Wrinkle, Squishy, The Boy, The Best Boy, Kitten, Peanut, Rabbit, and some others I can't think of right now.

When I got to Greensburg, I get called Kitty Boy. My pal Geronimo has a lot of nicknames too. Here are a few: G, G-Mo, G-Boy, Mr. Handsome, Mr. Stately, Mr. Big....Geronimo, what are some others???

Here I'm Just Plain Tired.

Tuna Surprise!

My people went out to dinner and brought me some tuna steak. My person put it in my bowl. I looked at it, sniffed it, and then looked at her like "What the hell, lady?" So she took it out, cut it into bite-sized pieces, and I snarfed it down like prey. Usually, when I get something particularly savory, I take it out of my bowl and smush it down on the floor. And that's what I did with the tuna.

Paper paper paper

My people got a package in the mail and it included a lot of paper. So we got it all unpacked and played...my people tossed my nip stocking around in the paper, and I ripped up the paper, shredded it up, chewed it and spit it out, crackled it, and finally took a nap in it. Here's me right before falling asleep:

Cat food!

Here I am with my refrigerator. It is where my cat food is stored. Several years ago, my person thought she could hide my cat food from me in a kitchen drawer. I may not have opposable thumbs, but I just opened up the drawer, dragged the food out and ate as much as I liked. So now it gets kept in a plastic storage container inside the fridge. I eat breakfast, dinner, and a late night snack. I eat a few different kinds of food, including a weight management food, an oral care food, and, most recently, a "vitality" food. My person said the store was out of the other kinds. This food is good but is made for "senior" cats. I am feeling more vital though.

Overall, I'd prefer to eat more. When I am hungry, I have several persuasive strategies: I sit by the fridge, yell as loud as I can, knock things off the kitchen counter (if they get up to see if something broke, they can easily put cat food in my bowl), walk back and forth on top of their computers, scratch my person's arm, and generally draw attention to myself. It works, but sometimes it takes a long time, from, say, 1pm to 4pm. A few years ago, I had a great victory. When my person was in the other room, I slid my paw into the fridge and opened the door. A glorious cascade of cat food poured out! I ate til I could eat no more. My person called me 'freakishly strong.'

I'm....so...rabbity...soft...

My fur is white and caramely. It is rabbity soft and extremely plush. My person described me once as a perfectly toasted marshmallow. This weekend, our good friend Chris came to visit, and she couldn't keep her hands off me. She remarked about my softness, my pink nose, and my fur. Then she gave me a massage. Which I liked a lot.