tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317649702011-04-21T14:30:47.103-04:00I'm a bad dude from the mean streets of the ATL. The Sir pretends to be sweet and all that but there's not a single cat on our entire hall that will challenge me. Read my first post for a more complete background story, as this stupid program won't let The Sir exceed 500 characters in my profile.Sir Duncanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939289249549187104noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764970.post-1159991220445909212006-10-04T15:47:00.000-04:002006-10-04T15:47:00.456-04:00So it turns out I have a fan or two out there in this internet world. And this whole time I thought that only Cookie worshiped the ground I walk on.<br /><br />It's kinda hard to find time to get on here, considering I sleep 22 hours a day and spend the rest of my time looking for "baby".<br /><br />Mom went to a wedding recently and I plan to post some pictures from there as soon as Haircut gets off his lazy ass and sends them to her.<br /><br />I'm getting sleepy, but keep the fan mail, and any requests coming in. Peace, suckers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764970-115999122044590921?l=sirduncan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sir Duncanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939289249549187104noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764970.post-1154031584407244702006-07-27T16:19:00.000-04:002006-07-27T17:06:46.646-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7330/3460/1600/sir.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7330/3460/320/sir.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I've been fortunate in my short time here on earth. I was found behind an old house in the ghettos of the ATL when I was barely old enough to meow. My mom is what you might call a Promiscuous Girl who doesn't even know her kittens' daddy. (Speaking of, Nelly Furtado is quite the vixen now isn't she?) Long story short, I was found, along with my late sister Lola, by a dude with a short haircut named after what gets stuck in your pocket and dryer. I will refer to him as "Haircut". He gave us (as if you can ever really own Sir Duncan) to a very attractive lady friend of his that has quite a love for us fuzzy creatures that walk on 4 legs. Since I don't know my real mom any more, I like to call her "Mom".<br /><br />After Lola's accident, Mom thought that I needed a companion so she adopted a cute little piece to keep me company. Her name is Cookie. I like to call her Sweet-cakes. When the humans aren't around I like to smack Cookie around and let her know who wears the fur in this relationship. But I've somehow convinced Mom and Haircut that I'm the nice one and that Cookie is prissy and stuck-up. What suckers!<br /><br />Oh yeah, Mom has a roomate. I call her C.I.R. She's about my height but is a lot of fun and let's me and Cookie take afternoon naps on her bed. And it's a riot when she terrorizes Cookie! If the humans only knew that I do the same thing all day long when they are gone! Ha, stupid humans.<br /><br />So that's my profile. I've got a few stories from my past I'd like to share with you on here but I'll basically try to focus on the present and future events. I'm still learning how to operate a digital camera and will often have to borrow pics from Haircut and C.I.R.'s camera. I accidentally flushed Mom's down the toilet one day (shhhh, don't tell).<br /><br />So yeah, I've been fortunate alright... fortunate to be such a badass.<br /><br />- The Sir<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764970-115403158440724470?l=sirduncan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sir Duncanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01939289249549187104noreply@blogger.com4