Looking back on my life, I can honestly say that I really improved with age. I’m like a Chateauneuf du Pape, that way. Or a good scotch. I have no idea what I am saying, of course, but I listen when they talk about me.
My name is Pumpkin and I was born on July 6th, 2002 in Quebec City, Canada and I had lots of brothers and sisters. At first, I wasn’t too sure that I would like it here and when I met my humans, they thought that I didn’t like them very much. Fortunately, they liked me enough to let me stay with my mom and dad until I was 12 weeks old.
When I finally went to live in my new home, I started having fun tearing it to shreds right away. Oh, the fun I had! My humans were very happy that I quickly got tired of it, though.
I developed other abilities like hiding in difficult to reach places and making my humans believe that I must have escaped their supervision and gone outside on my own. I still like hiding in places I can’t easily get out of. They are so cute when they panic.
I have had a beautiful life so far: I’ve lived in the city where there are many curious sounds and I’ve lived in the country where the mice are abundant. I love playing with snow or autumn leaves on the other side of the window pane. I love lying on stuff. Any and all stuff, including Philippe, my favorite human. I have been known to wash his hair when there isn’t anything good on TV and I’m bored out of my mind. I also have to wash The Dog when he comes to lie beside me and I want to let him. He’s a filthy animal.
It did take me a while to let my humans know I cared about them. They loved me but I played hard to get. In my older age, I got wiser and realized that I was playing too hard to get. Trying to prevent them from bringing in another Dog, I started showing them more affection. It worked, thank dog.
Although, I do wish people would look at me and see how intelligent I am, how charismatic and well versed I am in many subjects that evade hominid comprehension. But, no. They usually fall over themselves at how totally gorgeous I am. And I guess, who could blame them, really? I am insanely attractive and Hollywood worthy, no sense denying it.
My humans though, they get it. They know that I’m an Adonis AND that I’m supra intelligent. They love it when they are sad or not feeling well and I come and comfort them, putting one of my paws on their knee and sniffing their face with my cold wet nose, slapping their cheek with my other paw. The little ones are not so little anymore but I have comforted them and made them laugh too many times to mention (I’m trying to stay humble, to no avail).
My dreams for the future include being taken away on vacation, meaning, being gifted with a new bed placed in a different room. I don’t ask for much else. I like my simple quiet life with the humans I own.
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