I will follow on from my Aunt’s post below. My official name is Anson Road Ulfar Muffinson, known by my friends (I have a lot) as Ulfie, Woolfie, Muffinson, Mittens, Cutie Sausage (mum, so embarrassing!) and I also seem to have been bestowed the name stinky poo and quite often!
My early life differs greatly from that of Blot’s, she reminds me every day, “how lucky I am”...I will admit there is a little resentment. I am a year younger than her and my birth father was Blot’s brother - Jenkins. I was raised as a girl** in a house with children (I knew it wasn’t forever) until I was four months old when I came to live with Aunty Gertrud (Jenkins’ human Mummy) - I believe that is when mum and dad (human) first saw me and called Aunty Gertrud to enquire about my future. I read the post by Blot and feel bad that she didn’t want me but then that’s girls isn’t it, they’re all a bit strange, my preference would have been a brother/Uncle but we can’t have everything we want.
I was quite excited about my move to North Yorkshire on that sunny morning in November and was waiting patiently in Aunty Gertrud’s kitchen when they arrived, my new parents. Mum said I was very precious and dad picked me up straight away introducing himself. I realised they smelt of cats and seemed to know Aunty Gertrud so was happy to go along with them. We arrived in Yorkshire 4 hours later, I was tired, thirsty and a little scared. I was greeted by Blot suspiciously and I have to say, quite aggressively. After an hour or so we became friends. She says she realised after an hour I was no threat to her status... I never did find out what she meant?!
** Upon arrival at Aunty Gertrud’s it was discovered I was in fact a boy - Not a girls as I had known all along; humans!
My early life differs greatly from that of Blot’s, she reminds me every day, “how lucky I am”...I will admit there is a little resentment. I am a year younger than her and my birth father was Blot’s brother - Jenkins. I was raised as a girl** in a house with children (I knew it wasn’t forever) until I was four months old when I came to live with Aunty Gertrud (Jenkins’ human Mummy) - I believe that is when mum and dad (human) first saw me and called Aunty Gertrud to enquire about my future. I read the post by Blot and feel bad that she didn’t want me but then that’s girls isn’t it, they’re all a bit strange, my preference would have been a brother/Uncle but we can’t have everything we want.
I was quite excited about my move to North Yorkshire on that sunny morning in November and was waiting patiently in Aunty Gertrud’s kitchen when they arrived, my new parents. Mum said I was very precious and dad picked me up straight away introducing himself. I realised they smelt of cats and seemed to know Aunty Gertrud so was happy to go along with them. We arrived in Yorkshire 4 hours later, I was tired, thirsty and a little scared. I was greeted by Blot suspiciously and I have to say, quite aggressively. After an hour or so we became friends. She says she realised after an hour I was no threat to her status... I never did find out what she meant?!
** Upon arrival at Aunty Gertrud’s it was discovered I was in fact a boy - Not a girls as I had known all along; humans!
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