My human Daddy has gone to bed, so I thought I would take the opportunity to test out the “Meow-To-Text” software I installed on his computer. Since I have heard him say that he enjoys occasionally writing things for his “blog”, I decided to write something for it myself - in an attempt to upgrade the quality of it.
Since it seems to be traditional to “blog” (a strange human word, but one I am getting used to) about yourself, I should start be telling you about me - a fascinating subject in my opinion. My humans call me “Tamsin” (my cat name is very private and personal, and only known to a select few). My human Mommy, Meredith, was adopted by my brother and me when we were little. She called my brother “Pooka” and brought us all to live together on the top two floors of a three story house (what New Englander humans call a “triple decker”). It has been a good life for almost 14 years to date. Sadly, my brother, Pooka, and a little sister, Tika, have crossed the Rainbow Bridge and I am an only cat now.
I am a Maine Coon Cat - the most beautiful, regal and most wonderful breed of cat. I was blessed with a very attractive brown tabby coat, tufted ears and a magnificent fluffy tail. I do not say much, in part because I believe in speaking only when there is something really important to say and in part because, sadly, most humans (being of an inferior species) are not smart enough to understand cat.
My human Mommy programs computers and works from the house. She also makes beautiful jewelry from tiny beads. She has a human medical problem they call “Chronic Fatigue Syndrome”, which means that she gets tired very easily. She had a big loss not long ago when her human Mommy crossed the human version of the Rainbow Bridge, which made her very, very sad. Because her Mommy lived far away in a place called “New York State” and my Mommy went to spend time with her before she crossed the Bridge, I had the house to myself for much too long, except for daily visits from a nice human who fed me and cleaned my litter box. I missed Mommy a lot while she was gone and I was so upset that I didn’t keep up my daily grooming routine and my coat became very messy. But now that she is back, I have gotten over the feeling that she had abandoned me. I know that she loves me very much.
Some time ago our family got bigger. An old friend of Mommy’s came to live with me and to help out around the house. I wasn’t sure of him at first, but he won me over and I have adopted him as my human Daddy. Daddy Richard feeds me, cleans my litter box (maybe not as often as I would like, but…), plays with me and we spend a lot of time together. He feeds Mommy too. I especially like his breakfasts, because he makes bacon and eggs for himself and Mommy and then lets me lick the plate before washing it. Daddy has a special talent - he seems to know instinctively where to scratch and tickle me. When he hits the right spot, I can’t stop myself from purring. He also makes pleasing noises with his voice – something humans call “singing”. Supposedly he’s pretty good at it. I can’t say, not being a human, but I know I like those noises he makes. He used to be something humans call a “soldier” but now he is retired.
Humans really aren’t that bad, once you get them properly trained. And I’ve done such a great job as a mouser that the little rodents have been so scared of me that I haven’t seen or smelled or heard one in quite a long time. (Drat! Chasing them was my favorite form of exercise!)
All in all, it’s a good life. I am a benevolent monarch and treat my subjects well.
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