A Game

Okay, I got tagged for a game. But it's hard. Here are the rules:
Here are the rules:

1. You have to post the rules before you give your answers.

2. You must list one fact about yourself beginning with each letter of your middle name. (If you don't have a middle name, use your maiden name or your mother's maiden name).

3. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag one person (or blogger of another species) for each letter of your middle name. (Be sure to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged.)

Now here's the problem. LMK is not my real name. It's my blog name. I have a nother name that's my real name. And a nother nother name that's my secret cat name that I don't tell to humans. AND to make it harder, in really life, everyone calls me by my middle name, not my first name ('cuz my first name's STUPID.)

So, I'll just go with Man, which is my middle BLOG name.

M--mighty king of the house. might BOY king of the house. I'm the only MALE in my house, which is a part of a ment but close enough.
A--awesome in a lot of ways.
N--needs a lot of snuggles.

I don't know who has been tagged or not. So I pick you, and you, and you over there in the black.

Mewow.

Good News Bad News, My head is spinning.

Okay, first of all, I DON'T know who pooped on the mama bed.
It wasn't me.
How can you blame me?
I know girlkitty can't jump on the bed without help, but did you ever think that maybe I HELPED her get up there so she could poop on the bed, which is very, very naughty.

And I'm tired of the mama asking me why.
I DIDN'T DO IT!!!!

Wasn't me! Wasn't me!

Maybe it was the landlord.

In badder news, there are suitcases. I don't like suitcases. No good comes of a suitcase.

But I did hear the Rabbi's Daughter called my mama. And mama said, "then you'll be there Sunday, great!"

I love the rabbi's daughter. I might become Jewish, I think.
Do greenies have pork in them?