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This is Mr. Zebra, he is my favouritest toy. Mummy saw it at the pet store the day before they brought us home. She thought it would be great to keep us okupied while her and Daddy are away at work during the day. It comes with suktion cups to stick to places like the fridge door and windows. I like to chase after it and do back flips when Mummy plays with me with it. When I catch him I like to hold him with my front paws and do bunny kicks.

I chewed through the elastik on the first night when Daddy played with me with it, Mummy had to tie it back together.
Pucky doesn't like Mr. Zebra, she thinks it is stoopid to run after it. She falls asleep when I play with Mr. Zebra.

I thinks she is scaredy cat of Mr. Zebra.
(Mum: The bf felt sorry for Pucky and bought home a toy that looked like a stick with colourful strings dangling off the one end, Pucky hissed at it when he waved it in front of her. She prefers to play with pieces of cardboard and her Lindt bunny bells instead! -__-)
Mummy tells me that where she grew up, there are real zebras! I thinks I will likes to see them one day, I will catch them and bunny kick them too!

Hullo, we are two kittehs with poopy bums living in Vancouver.
My name is Puck/Pucky/Puckadoodle/Smelly bum, I am the grey girl kitteh in the photo, the calico girl kitteh next to me is my younger sister, Munchie/Munchkin/Munchiepops (where on earth does Mummy come up with these embarrassing names for us??!!). Although we don't look alike, we are sisters from the same litter, our human Mummy said our cat mummy "got around". We don't know what that means.
Mummy and Daddy adopted us from a lovely lady named Karen at the Vancouver Orphan Kitten Rescue Association , a non-kill, non-profit, registered charity.
Little is known of our beginning, we were found on the streets with our cat mummy, whom the volunteers believe to have once been a house cat, but for whatever reason was been turned out onto the streets. From there we were taken to Karen's house, where we were checked for health, and soon after our cat mummy weaned us, we were taken to a foster home.
Mummy and Daddy were on Karen's wait list for kittehs, and although our photos weren't posted online as being available for adoption, Mummy e-mailed Karen one day out of the blue, and as it turns out, Karen had just received photos of us taken by our foster mummy.

She forwarded these photos to our mummy:

We looked so innocent. Hee! Little did they know what lies behind those cute faces!

Even though it was 11pm at night, mummy wanted to IMMEDIATELY come over and pick us up, Daddy had to patiently to her that we were probably asleep by then and that her pouting won't change anything.
(Mum: As soon as I saw those faces, I knew they were the kittens we were waiting for!)
The next day, they came to visit us at our foster mummy's house, they played with us for a while, and then they disappeared. They came again the next day with a big box. They putted us into the box, then we took a short ride in the car to our forever home.

Here we are on our first day at our new home. We were acting all shy inside our carrier a.k.a. box of doom.