My favorite position!

This is most commforrttabblleee!

The tall staff sees me asleep like this and chortles 'Road Kill'. He has no respect. I must teach him better.

Perhaps I will trip him when I race him up the stairs. Then we will see who is 'Road Kill'. Mmmph!

Squeak

This is Squeak. We also call her Bittie.

My staff calls her Squeak. This is because she is so quiet, not like me. When she speaks, she makes small, dainty noises. I, on the other paw, speak clearly and distinctly. No one can say they did not hear me.

Zuzu...My walking pillow

Zuzu is BIG!

Zuzu would be a very good pillow but everytime I get comfortable on her, she walks away. I must train her better but it is hard. She is only a dog.

Something strange is happening

My female staff is doing something. She has a large black container on wheels and is moving around, sorting clothes and putting them inside the container.

This is wrong.

She should be petting me!

Since I have no idea what she is doing, I will take a nap. When I awake, I will give her a chance to redeem herself.

Harry Potter

There is a new book out. Much fuss is being made over this. I do not like it.

It is a large book and my staff must hold it with both hands. It takes up room in their lap.

I cannot lay or purr or be stroked or petted when they are reading this book.

I do not like it.

The staff, however, seem to enjoy it very much.

Stupid humans.

Squeak aka Bittie

When I was a kitten, I had a playmate called Squeak. Or Bittie. I believe it depended on who was speaking to her. Myself, I called her Bad-Temper-Yanks-Whiskers-Out.

My whiskers.

It was embarrassing.

When I grew up, and became larger than her, the whisker yanking stopped. What fun it was chasing her up and down the stairs! Or being chased!

She moved out when the young female staff left the house. I hear that she now has a balcony where she can contemplate the deaths of birds and plants where she can kill fishflies.

Cats have wonderful lives!

I must go now. All this remembering has tired me. I need a nap.

Zuzu

Today was a good day. I slept in the sun coming through the window. I chirped at the birds outside--dumb birds did not come closer so I could play with them. I napped again then I played with my bbbiiiggg sister, Zuzu.

Zuzu is odd. She does not purr and she has only a very small tail that flickers back and forth with a non-feline frenetic energy. The human staff has provided her with a large wire cage to sleep in but she prefers sleeping in the middle of a traffic pattern. She is a scaredy-cat. I am sure if you looked in the dictionary for scaredy-cat you would see her picture. I can not swear to this because I do not bother with books. You can not eat them and they are not comfortable to sleep on.

I go now. I see a wall that has offended me. It must be punished.

Am I not Beautiful? 

Purrrr-fect Me

My human calls me Wookie-wookie-baby.

You may refer to me as Your Majesty.

I am a cat.A very special cat.

Why? You ask. The answer is simple. I share my home with a writer. She's a very good writer but her real talent is petting me, making me com-forrr-table. I allow her to rub my head and scratch my chin. Mmm, I want to purr just thinking about that. Sigh.

Oh, yes. Why am I special. Beyond being the Queen of my Domain. I am her muse. I allow her to use the wonderful facets of my purr-fect personality in certain characters in her books--when she isn't occupied with her primary duties. Me!

I must go now. There is a feather on the floor. It has offended me. It must die!