I know it sounds like I'm named aftur this fella:
But that ain't quite it, ecksept in a tongue-in-cheeky kind of way. Here's why I'm Chairman Mao (Chair + Man + Mao, but I'm not MAOing in this pickshure, I'm sleepin'):
- I like layin' in chairs, so there's the "Chair" part.
- I'm a Mancat, so there's the "Man" part.
- Lastly but not leastly, I talk a lot. And when I talk, I say MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO!!!!! So there's the "Mao" part.
It didn't take Momma and Daddy long to learn these things about me. I showed up as a stray kitty, and before I was brought into the housie, I hung around with Daddy in his garage and helped him do manly things. I always took his chair. I had my walnuts back then, so it was klear I was a mancat. And I said MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO MAO alla time.
So, takin' note of all these things, Momma sez, "He's Chairman Mao."
And Daddy said, "Yup!"
So that was that, hehehe. And furry soon aftur, I was tooked to the vet and I lost my walnuts, but then I got to come inside to live with my Momma and Daddy.... and three SISFURS!
I'm gonna tag my sweetiepie Ariel and my buddy Henry Helton.