About

I grew up in Kawaii. Born sometime in 2016. Memory is fuzzy… like myself. (Fuzzy? Get it?) Mama says I was a street cat. She makes it sound bad. I had a lot of friends. Every human was my friend, except the small humans. They are loud and mean. Every cat was my friends, too. Sometimes they would hiss, but they were just making me work for their friendship. I also had big cat friends. I didn’t know many small cats who liked the big cats. The big cats would bark and the small cats would hiss. Big cats made me work for their friendship too.

I was really good at catching birds. Mama doesn’t let me outside to catch any birds, but there’s this blue one that is around inside sometimes, but it only moves when Mom is at home.

I don’t remember how or why, but I ended up in this weird place. Small space. There were lots of other cats in other small spaces. We were inside. I don’t remember much of this place. I didn’t like it.

December 2017 I found myself in a different small space. I was really sick. I don’t like being sick. It make me sleepy and I sneeze and I don’t even really want to groom myself. Three days passed. They were terrible days.

The people were okay, but they kept petting me when I was sleeping. I bit them.

Then I met her. Mom.

I wasn’t feeling good. She got them to open up the small space. They kept telling her I was a little shy. So I jumped on her shoulder.

I stayed inside with Mom after that. I don’t get outside often. The first time I did, it was very cold. Mid December. Mama put something around me, but I didn’t care. She put me on the porch. I was so excited! White, cold things were falling from the sky. The ground was white and cold, too. We walked around for ten minutes before Mom got too cold and we went inside.

We moved around every few months. She would put me in the car. I don’t like the car. She said it was for work.

Mama says we aren’t moving again for a while. I like the house. It has this thing I can climb. It’s taller than Mom! She doesn’t yell when I scratch it with my claws. And I like scratching things with my claws.

Mom takes me on walks. I like trails. Trails are fun. They’re like a giant, long litter box.

Everyone says I’m very handsome. I’m probably the most adorable cat there’s ever been, but I’m not bragging. It’s a fact.

The vet thinks I’m fat, but I’m not. I’m strong. I’m gorgeous. I’ve got curves.

In summary, I am originally from Kawaii, I love to go on walks, my Mom is the best human ever, and I am the best cat ever, too.