The Plush Cat

You think I look like a normal cat, but I'm the eternal snuggle kitty.  Every night is fun, but I get so lonely without my person.  I love to play with my brothers and sisters all night.  We chase each other around the house, across the furniture, up and down the stairs... It's a lot of fun.  But I do all that, wishing my person would wake up. Then she does wake up, and I snuggle her.  Or let her snuggle me.  For everyone else, I only stick around while they're petting me, rubbing my belly.  I'm a normal cat for everyone else.   But for my person, I flop around in her hands and let her haul me everywhere.  I don't fight anything.  I'll sit on her lap like a blankie for hours.  I'll let her snuggle me to sleep at night light a teddy bear.  I am my person's favorite plush toy.  Until you bring out the cheese.  Then, I'm a set of claws and a stomach.  But as soon as the cheese goes away, I'll flop in her hands again.  Life is good.

Kitten Portal

Remember when I said last March, my person-daddy found a batch of week old kittens in a shed near the house and brought them home?  My person-parents thought they were done with kittens with the first batch they'd ever found in the 10 years of living in this house because they could not catch their cat-mama and therefore, supposed her to be dead.  Then they started to wonder if they were done when a few months later, I showed up in a second batch of kittens, with my five brothers and sisters.  Then they thought they might be done with kittens showing up because they caught my real cat-mama and fixed her.  Except that the next day, they saw another mama with three older kittens in tow.

 Now, they've thrown their hands up in the air and wonder if they're EVER going to be done with kittens because a few days ago, a very pregnant mama cat with no apparent owner but a real affection for humans showed up on their doorstep.  They took her in, so she could have the babies in safety and she and all of her babies could then be given away when the kittens are old enough.  I'm pretty sure there's a kitten magnet in the house or maybe a portal to the kitten dimension nearby that opened up last March, and that it will NEVER be closed.  Isn't that so much fun?

Super Kitty!

I'm Super Kitty.  No, really.  You don't believe me.  Just to prove how super I am, I went zooming around the house in a cape.  It kind of scared me, actually, because it was a plastic bag, and it was sort of an accident that I wore it like a cape.  Kind of freaked me out and everybody else, too.  But I got into it and out of it all by myself.  That just shows you how awesome I am.

See, I have claws like Wolverine.  Okay, so maybe they're a little shorter, but when they claw you in the neck, you'll be sure they're Wolvie-sized claws.  I can climb like Spider-Man.  Mostly people, floor to shoulder, but chairs and Christmas trees and everything else are no problem for a super kitty like me.  And I fly like Superman.  Clearly, I do because one minute, I'm sitting, staring up at the cheese from the ground, and the next, I'm soaring up to your shoulder to land gracefully--sort of--and beg for food.  I'm at home in the dark and have night vision like Batman, and I don't even need goggles.  And I have a great secret identity.  Cute, cuddly kitty by night, crazy nut soaring around the house by night.  You'd never know it was me.  See.  I'm just awesome.  Who needs another superhero when you have me?