Hi, I'm Pasha Pawnder. When my keepers adopted me they thought I was a boy and named me Pablo Pawnder. I was so fluffy, even as a kitty, that it really was hard to tell if I was a girl kitty or boy kitty. Good thing the vet figured things out and got me fixed up so I don't have to worry about having kittens. One of me is enough! And besides, I am the magnificent Pasha. I can't have cute little mewing kitties drawing attention away from my beauty. I pretty much have my keepers trained. Occasionally they don't behave but I have a way of getting them back in line. They call it the "Pasha is dying" routine, I call it effective use of high pitched whining--or, as the British would write, whingeing. Follow my trials and tribulations as I (sigh) pose and pose for my camera crazed keepers. And send me fan mail. I can't get enough adulation. Thanks, purrs and kisses.
