Sure! People won't actually know his name is Rodriguez, (it's the name he gave himself) so he could be called anything..... hinthintFluffynudgenudgeButtonswinkCupcakeswink. Just some crazier suggestions!

I'll answer the questions now to save time.....

Name: Rodriguez Bengal-England-Cheetah (The Fourth)

Age: 5 years of age, which for a cat is the wonderful time between frivolous kitten and decrepit oldster.

Town: I live by myself in a rather comfortable barn, with some delicious dessert mice and three quite irritating humans as my neighbours.

1. Describe your interests, activities, and hobbies. Describe what you do in your spare time. Explain why you’ve gotten interested in these things. (You may include your favorite T.V. programs, magazines, sports, ect.)

I spend my time, spare or otherwise, working on my autobiography, Of Cats, Mice, and Crime, as well as regularly fixing my old typewriter (found in the attic of the barn), and adding to my collection of custom-made fedoras and other "gentlemanly" (another of these humans' absurd notions) hats, which I love to wear whenever I have the chance, although with two pesky small humans around, my chances are few and far between. I also exercise my abilities of irony and sarcasm, two very useful human traits that I have managed to pick up over the years.

2. What do you like to read? Who is your favorite author? If you were on a deserted island, which books would you want to have with you?

I read scientific articles, my old Private Eye Detective/Spy mission statements, and a few other books that my well-read neighbour owns. If I were ever to be on a desert island, I would want something by Dickens or Darwin, as both fascinate me.

3. Describe your passions of learning and how you are currently pursuing them.

I am very interested in continuing my fedora collection, and I want to possibly publish my autobiography. I am also working on getting back into the Private Eye business, as my previous employers (I was a correspondence detective) stopped trusting me after my typewriter broke and I couldn't fix it for a month because of the two smaller human children exploring my hideout at the very top of the barn.

4. What do you believe is the most important event, discovery, or development of the last few years and why?

I would say the creation of the fedora, the dictionary, or the typewriter, even though they are rather old, because to my mind these pestering humans haven't done much worth mentioning except for their attempts at stopping crime, which I find very amusing. 

5. Describe any talents you have. How do you demonstrate them?

I have a special talent for sarcasm and irony, and if I do say so myself, I am very good at sniffing out the answers to mysteries and stopping crime. . . .

So Rodriguez is alright?

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It was a normal-- boring-- evening in the barn. Having finished my work on my autobiography and put away one of my numerous cover letters for finding a job with the nearest detective agency, I had turned on my old gramophone, put in my quietest record of Tchaikovsky, and covered the record player with straw so none of the humans lower down in the barn would notice the noise. Fortunately the older human had told his sisters not to come up to my lovely abode because it was too high. I flicked my ears lazily, and rolled over to scratch my back in the prickly straw, my favourite fedora falling off in the process. I had been lying right next to the sudden drop at the edge of the attic, and my fedora fell all the way down to the ground floor, landing softly in a large pile of straw. There was altogether too much straw in this barn, but at least it was useful for muffling the sounds I made. Oh, bother it! I thought. Now I would have to go all the way down to retrieve my lovely headpiece. I was just making my way down to the ground floor of the barn when I heard the screech of tires outside the barn door. Here comes trouble, I thought, and I quickly dived into the nearest pile of scratchy straw. The stuff really was quite useful, albeit prickly.

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Cappie says nomg. Nom nom on goo? Don't eat goo, Cappie!

In my last entry, I accidentially put Marvel when I meant DC. Oops. ;-)

Geordie~

I emerged from the hay beside Marlow, instinctively putting my hands on her shoulders. It was a protective gesture she seemed to appreciate right then, as a group of strangers stood before us.

"Who are you?" I demanded of them. A girl wearing gangsterish clothing stepped forward.

"I'm Whitney," she said. Pointing to each in turn, she introduced me to Millard, Nikki, and Gloria. Myra was looking them over scrutinously. Suddenly she thrust out her hand to Whitney.

"Myra Marigold Trilling. That's Marlow March and Geordie Arthur over there. Would you like to sit down?" Whitney took her hand shook it heartily. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she began, "though Geordie Arthur doesn't seem to think so." My face must've shown it. I didn't like them being here. They're a danger to the girls, I told myself. These words were not said, however.

"No, it's my pleasure," was what I uttered. "How about some cocoa?" 

"Do you have any coffee?" Whitney asked. 

Kitty~

I winced as a loud whine was emitted form the motor scooter I had stolen from the boy across the block. Served him right. He had stolen my ground griffin's beak a few years ago. Who knows, I could have made Teddy fly if I had that. It took me so long to get that...

I pushed away my thoughts of griffin beak and flying out of my mind as I heard conversation. Something like, "I am Rodriguez," the sound of somebody choking, and then a shriek of delight, saying, "It speaks!" I knew the last voice, or so I thought. It was the person that had been screeching in the car. The first thing that made me follow them. I stepped out from behind the barn, and saw one boy, five girls, and a cat wearing a . . . fedora? Talk about no sense. Thoughts rumbled through my head like a thunderstorm. So many possibiities with the cat . . . a new test subjecct . . . and maybe even the other people . . . Was the cat the one that spoke? I would have to know.

"Hi," I said, smiling nervously. "I'm Kitty."

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I'd write more, but I have to go.