OK, so I'm not this tiny anymore ... but I'm still this adorable! I'm a gorgeous teencat -- and I have the most wonderful, softest, longest hair of anyone in the house! Take that, Morris! Yes, I'm all floof, and I flaunt it!
Last fall, I heard about this wonderful little house where kitties like me could go and get fed. So I went. I was just a wee handful, so Mom scooped me up and brought me inside. I was in pretty good shape, but I had lost my left eye to something outside, the vet said. Actually, I'm pretty special at the vet's office: I've seen all three doctors there. The ManVet said he was concerned about how much sight I still had in my right eye, but if there's a problem, you can't tell it by me!
Mom originally named me King Tut, as I am a Boy King myself. But the first LadyVet said that I was a pretty GirlKitty. So Mom changed my name to Cleopatra. And then ... well ... I'm a very playful Kitty, but Mom thought I was a Terrorist Kitten. (Mom: Slapping my sodas off the coffee table? Flying through the air to land on me -- claws OUT -- at 5 a.m.? Need I go on?) So she started calling me "T.K." and that's evolved into Teke. Oh, and I'm a ManCat. Well, a BoyTeenCat, anyway. "Something" ended up dropping down really visibly, and there was no doubt. (Mom: In the LadyVet's defense, Teke has a LOT of hair EVERYWHERE!)
Mom still calls me "cutie bootie" more than Teke, but that's not a good name for a Gorgeous ManCat, is it?