Well, now, if you're a more or less educated person - or even if you're not, you probably know that Toulouse Lautrec was a brilliant and talented artist - but a rather funny-looking guy. His legs were much shorter than they ought to have been - and that's the issue with my tail. It's shorter than it ought to be. I don't remember how it got that way - and you know what? I don't care. So I'm a little funny-looking - I'm cute - and I'm a playboy.

Wahoo! I'm after that ping-pong ball! Hee! It clatters. Uh, oh, it's stuck - I can't get it - who will save me? Wahoo!

I don't pretend to be a brilliant and talented artist - but if you bring me some paints, I'll try. Shall we do the floor - or the wall - or how about that hissy kitten over there? No? No!! OK. OK. How about something other than art then? Music? Dance? Now there's a thought - I can dance pretty well. Oh? I'm not supposed to dance through the munchie bowl? But it's fun....

I understand that I came in from a trailer park - one of those places where "the cars are up on blocks, and the houses are on wheels...." I hear I was pretty skinny - truth be told I still am, but I'm working on it. I'll tell you - that Billy Joe fellow who sang about the trailer park - he had another song. Maybe you've heard it? "I'm just an old chunk of coal, but I'm gonna be a diamond some day, Gonna spit and polish my old rough-edged self...." That, friends, is what Toulouse is doing right now - a not-so-old chunk of good black coal working on it. Gonna grow up to be a bright shiny diamond chasing that old ping-pong ball. How could you not want to watch? Of course you do - day in, day out. Just please to pay off these amusing humans with $100 to cover the cost of munchies, ping-pong balls, and paints. Ooops! No paint. OK.


PS: I currently reside at THE SHELTER (not in foster care). If you can't stop in, please call 651-642-5900, ext #3 to find out more about me. Thanks!