Meows, Old Chaps! Mum has finally has started on my very own web pages. I've been getting a little impatient with her. I mean, it's been four and a half years since I adopted her - what does she think she is doing, building Rome? She insists on playing with that stupid Cat House of hers, and I wind up neglected and forlorn. Typical female, eh what?

Allow me to introduce myself. The name's Video, Captain Video. I prefer my catnip martinis shaken, not stirred. I am keeping mum about my past. Needless to say it involved an escape from an impossible situation. Mind you, I was declawed but not neutered. I'll let you draw the conclusion as to what I was intended to do. But I was smart and landed in Madame Alto's sister's back yard. I knew that I'd find a good family. And even if Madame Alto was my second choice, I figured anything would be better than my previous existance. (Well actually, I do regret losing my fuzzy puffs, but that is another story we shall not go into today.)