No, I've never attempted to fulfill my culinary dreams by sitting under someone's hat and using their hair as controls to work their body. That was a rat. And no, I'm not the transmogrified animal version of a mythical Transylvanian monster. I can see where you'd assume that, given that I have the cutest li'l fangs that poke out... but I'm not. That's a bat. I'm a CAT. Named Mouse. Now that we've got all of that out of the way, allow me to introduce myself and tell you more about what I AM, rather than what I'm not. I'm cute. I'm
Oh! There you are! I've been waiting for you to come and meet me. You know those videos of people getting new dogs for Christmas? My story is kind of the opposite of that. Instead of bursting out of a box to the delight of a smiling kid on Christmas, I was tied to a fence and abandoned. In a way, it was a different kind of gift: I got lots of new friends all at once, I got a new name (it's Jonas), and it got me to a place where I might get to meet YOU! That's the best
