What makes Whiskas so mean?
My mean kitty’s name is Whiskas and we got him when he was 2 months old from Animal Welfare Rescue for Cats. This nice lady who’s name was Leanne owned this small town house in Ballina NSW Australia and she was one of my dad’s customers because he’s a shed builder and she had HEAPS of cats and kittens. She works at Animal Welfare and chose to be the cat lady. Whiskas is a *not* so-sweet kitty because he’s both domestic and feral cat and ALWAYS comes home with 2 scabs or more. One time he got a Paralysis tick and got a huge hole in his chest and most of the time it was bleeding and had lots of pus in it. I’m surprised he even survived. Last night I was watching Coraline and he came in had a nap and then wanted to go outside again (he spends his time outside a lot).
He’s so funny when it comes to bringing the dogs to work! He’ll jump on the roof of mum’s Ute and tease the dogs by just sitting there and licking his paw like they’re not there. It’s HILARIOUS! He’s sometimes very playful and we have a cat tower and some toys but he uses the toys and only uses the tower to sharpen his claws on the twine scratching poles used as columns for the tower (and most importantly my cat’s extreme weight) and will go straight out again to play with my friend Cleo’s cat, Coda, and this morning we found Whiskas sitting down near the few trees beside our house and watched Coda chase butterflies and birds and we usually feed him when he comes home but most of the time he’s out hunting. I really wish he’d just be a home cat but oh no, that’s too interfering with his hunting (sarcasm). But anyway, I hope you love my submission and Bye!
Photo submitted by: Taylor (age 10)