My humans don’t nap much, but when they decide to sleep, they make a big deal out of it. They perform several rituals before climbing...

My human is very determined. It appears she wishes to control my domain, or the exact parameters of my domain. What my human does not...

As I have mentioned previously, I am an indoor cat. I have become accustomed to the comforts of my human’s furniture, most particularly...

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....

The day came when the Gusher scooped me up and lodged me in a small windowed bag. Although I was intrigued and hopeful, I knew I must...

My rescuers were well-meaning, I am sure, but they did not understand my world, nor did they know me. I was happily feral before they...

Things got extremely crowded before my birth. Sharing a womb with five siblings is tight! It’s fortunate our gestation period is short...

My name is Marge, and I am a cat. This is my story, or perhaps it’s simply a collection of my reflections on the world as I see it....