|Member Profile: Uncle Adolph
Name: Uncle Adolph
Join Date: 05/08/12
Last Logged In: 05/08/12
I am a cat.
I was not named after a fascist dictator. I was actually named after a deceased, human relative.
I am a Maine Coon mix, but I have short hair like my mother. My brother got the long fluff.
I live with my biological brother, my adopted brother, my adopted sister, my human mommy, and my human daddy.
I like to laugh at daddy when he tries to grow a moustache because mine is more epic and always will be.
I also think it's funny when my brother has a lion cut.
I love blankets and sweaters. It's like a hug.
I also love hugs, belly rubs, naps in the sun, tuna, beef, yogurt (especially banana yougurt), chin scratches, and mommy and daddy's bed.
My brothers and I are spoiled rotten.
I hate water and the outdoors.
I'm the smart cat in this house. I'm also the big cat in this house.
I'm not fat. I'm just big-boned and really muscular, kind of like a tank.
Mommy comes up with new nicknames for me about once a week. These include: Beefcake, Tank Cat, Schnookums, Sweetie, Sweetie Pie, Mewski, Squeaktopus, The Blueberry Stud Muffin, and The Grim Squeaker.
All things considered, I don't have it that bad when it come to nicknames, since my brother got called Anorexi-cat when he went through a skinny period during massive growth spurts and Bishie-cat after that. Our adopted brother went through a chubby period as a kitten and was called Lucky Buddha Belly Cat.
My high-pitched meow isn't funny, mom.