By Request: The Mutatoe

Ok, Copper wanted to see a close up of the gimpy paw, so here it is. He's only got three toes and a semi-sorta opposable thumb, which the specialists think is actually his fourth toe that never really grew right. They're not sure what happened to the dew claw.

Despite that, he wields it like a weapon, batting us with it, using it to scoop dirt when he digs, dialing the phone to order stuff for himself only.

Much like the toes, his nails grow funky too, and the humans have to clip them all the time or else he would be labeled a lethal weapon.

He is good for a distraction. The humans have been paying all sorts of attention to him, so when the human woman was leaning over petting him, I jumped up and nabbed one of her tasty used kleenex and made an almost stealthy clean get away. It was glorious (and tasty too).

I've heard a nasty rumor that our dinner was the last food we'll be getting today. I'm not liking that rumor. I look forward to my bedtime treats, even though I'm on strike from going "pee pee final". I've decided that I'm not going to play that game anymore, and until she starts talking to us like humans, I'm not going to listen to her at all. No more "bed-bed", "pee-pee final", none of that stuff. When she starts saying "Meeshka, I would like for you to go out and do your business so that you aren't waking me up at 4 in the morning, so if you would do that for me please, I would appreciate it", then I'll go outside.



Meeshka
Queen of everything