At my master's beckoning and for sheer enjoyment of watching them tap splinter ridden counter edges i show them my muscles. I hope desperately for them to receive the pain of splinters for their idiotic proposal for my actions. I play fetch with my owners. I toss the string bean and the humans run! I wait patiently most times for them to bring it back...I humor them sometimes and fetch it for them when they are lazy. I am a lovey dovey kitty! I kiss my humans to let them know they are loved. I dont kiss Bennie. He may be my brother but he stinks and often times forgets to wipe his hands on my owner's clothing in the bathroom before leaving the facilities of toilet room. My other brother Cat Cat loves bubbles and me and Bennie watch him make a fool of himself and the cat kingdom. I speak as well. Yes human talk. When i am sick i call for "MOMMA!" and when i am hungry i shriek until one of them arises from their chambers and feeds me and Bennie. Otherwise Bennie would starve. Obviiously i have done my job. He has nearly tripled in girth. And believe me i know it when he tramples on me when its playtime. I dont much enjoy playtime with a rhino! But i love Bennie!

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My name is Big B or other wise i am known by a few other names preferably "The Great White!"

I am a domestic short hair with not

I was rescued by a family i didnt really want at first. I am a high class kitty and my family was below the income bracket i was accustomed to. I like satin and egyptian cotton and lets not dabble talking about my silk beds and kitty toys i was showered with. The most i got at first from the father human was a box. I quite enjoyed a new experience of a box. Bennie always got lost in them. Sometimes i would have to show him the way out or he would starve. Ummm, I was left at a Humaine Society in april of 1996 and was on death row when five people walked in. One spotted me and i was NOOOOOOO!!! I sprayed them with my litter and beckoned them leave me be. At that point, i was ready to accept my fate. But they were insistent and kept on badgering to come home with them. They bought me a collar. Changed my name from Sassy?!?!?! (last time i checked i was a boy, foolish previous owners) to Mr. Buttons where i quickly shed that embarrasment with a new name that suited me better. BIG B!