Living in an abandoned wharehouse is cool. I’ve lived there my entire life. I’ve never left. It’s nice not having to check in with anyone and I can yodel whenever I want. Yes, yodel. I love to yodel in the morning and hear it echo off the crates and the walls and the dead rats that used to inhabbit the them. Once, I think a rat kiled itself, when I was yodeling. But then, I’m blind in one eye, and can’t to sure. It probably had no love life and thought, ‘I’m a rat, I should be shagging all the girl rats.’ Hmm...poor rat.

My room is the old office. I call it the room -o-sleep. ‘Cause, you know, thats where I sleep. It has a bed shaped like a race car and a light like a cowboy boot. Cool huh? And than the roof is sotea falling in. Thats where I play fort. It’s on the second floor, and it’s hard going up the stairs with three legs, but I manage.

In my study, I have four book. Real one’s with hard covers. These are their titles. The Cat In The Hat. Lord of the Flies. (Which I don’t get) Yerdle The Turtle. ( Posibly the best book ever written on the subject of turtle stacking ) And The Merriam-WebsterDictionary. And once i even found a news paper in the front room! It was full of interesting things like that they found a pig boy in a place called Arkansas and that a guy, who I guess is the King of the world, was abducted by space aliens! Even though I only have one thumb and three fingers on each hand I manage to turn the pages quite well.

My work-out room consits of a track. I run on it every time I want to. I can’t run very fast because of my hump. It somtimes hinders my three legged gait when I run.

All in all, I like my home. It’s all mine and I enjoy it. Though somtimes, it gets lonely, and those are the times I wish I had a cat. A perfectly normal cat for a perfectly normal person, such as myself.