Guess what, mum?
I'm on TV!
Looks like TV producers finally realised what a CASH CAT I could be for them and gave me my own reality TV show.
Watch out Dr Harry, Dorkus is taking over the small screen.
So of course, with the TV show, comes the obligatory magazine covers. Don't I look handsome?
And the newspaper articles:- (funny thing, I used to live in Annandale, that's where mum found me, but not Minnesota)
A cat can only dream, can't he?
I stare at the TV so often that I wonder what it would be like to be on it. When I was a little one, and didn't know better, I used to try and catch the tennis ball. Never worked though.
I know my mum would love me to be a CASH CAT - she already thinks I am, she thinks I eat the cash. Not make the cash.
So any producers out there in TV land, I'm just sitting here, waiting to be discovered.
(Photos made at Photofunia)