I don’t think my human appreciates my talents. When I try to help, she pushes me away. My human is a writer and spends a lot of time...

I don’t know when my aversion to the open air began. As you may recall, I was a feral kitten, or as I prefer to say, I lived in my...

It soon became apparent that my human had not had a feline in the house in some time. There were so many small objects to interest me -...

I am a groomer. You would be too if you had a sleek coat such as mine and long hours to yourself. Perhaps it is a coping mechanism for...

As I mentioned in my last post (Where's the Cat?), I soon established myself as the boss of the house. It’s really quite an easy feat. I...

Upon arrival at my adoptive accommodations, I could not catch the scent of another cat. I wondered if my new humans were in over their...

I’m going to venture away from my autobiography today, mostly because I am a cat and predictability is something to be avoided by cats....