The story of Nemo

My sister gave me the rundown on how to use the computer but I prefer to tell my mom what to type. She is much better at typing and spelling than I am and I don't want to embarrass myself on the internets. First, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Nemo but I'm usually called Tubmo or the Mrow because I make loud howling sounds sometimes, especially before using the bathroom. My mom and dad were not looking for a cat when they found me but they loved me just the same. I was living on the farm where my dad grew up, but I was a runt and had a hard time getting food with all the other cats that were bigger than me. I walked up to them and followed them and meowed a lot and they took me home, on the spot. How could you resist a face like this.

Boy did I fool them. Not many months went by and I showed them that I can eat and that it is my favorite thing to do. I was very dirty but they didn't mind and helped to clean me up. This house they took me to had another cat that wasn't too happy that I was there. She would do drive-by hissings at me wherever I went. After awhile she started to warm up to me but I think sometimes she only tolerates me. I love my big sister though, I like to chase her and steal her foods.

I have lived in three different places with my peoples. We used to live in Wisconsin and that is where the farm is and where the beans went to college. The dad got a job in Grinnell, Iowa and we moved here. It was a 3 hour car ride to get here but we ride in the car for long times a lot so it was ok. There were lots of things to see on the way. We just moved into a new place with more space and windows. We now have an upstairs and downstairs and our own grass outside. I'm glad I was able to trick them into being my furrever home. Well that is all for now. I have a lot more things to say about myself but I have lots of time to tell my stories about living in the Midwest. Both of those pictures are pretty old so here is one to show you how much of a mancat I have become.