Tipper thinks that he is a kitten. This "baby" rolls about on the floor at the foot of my reclining chair and mewls..loudly enough for me to hear him, "Poor little kitty,..me! Pathetic me! Neglected little me!! Lizzie is not the only kitty here,..who needs love and affection!!"

SHE,..his litter mate,..his sister,..Lizard Breath,...cuddles on my lap and purrs. She looks at her "little brother" and smiles a contented "cat smile!" Rolling on her back,..she yawns and stretches all four fat legs into the air as she awaits her special kitty-belly-rub!!

Tipper,..her "little brother,..she came out before he did..howls in kittenish misery as he has to wait for HIS belly rub!! I can almost see the tears gathering in his eyes as he sits in front of me,..tilts his head back,..and "cat pouts, "Em..always loved Lizzie best! I am a poor neglected ball of frizzed fur..just a'wastin away from a lack of loved and attention!! Merooow! Mayeeeeee!! Hooooooweeeeel!!"

Tipper,..so named because he is my number one tipper of waste cans at our house,...is a fourteen pound full grown Thomas cat!

And I have four more just like Lizzie and Tip..just a'waitin' for a few moments in my lap for love and attention..and then,.."thrill..'o..the day":....CAT CHOW!!!