Sophie's Story

My name is Sophie and I came to live with my human when I was only two months old. I was very cute. I'm now almost five years old and I'm still pretty cute even though my human tells me I'm getting to be middle aged. One thing that makes cats superior to humans (one of many, many things) is that they can always do cute no matter how old-er, mature-they get. If I want attention, I roll over onto my back and wave my paws in the air, or grab my tail in my front paws and wash it, or grab a toy with my front paws and rub it all over my face. Middle-aged humans should never try this.

My human reads a lot of books and I approve of this because when she's reading, she sits or lies still and provides nice soft surfaces for me to curl up on and absorb body heat. I like it when she reads books with cats in them, because I get to hear about other cats even though I never associate with other cats in the real world. Although I've never understood why would she want to read about other cats when she has me.

If I were a mystery book cat I'd be Austin, who talks to humans in their own language. His human has supernatural powers, unlike mine, but Austin is a normal cat except for the talking thing. Of course all cats are superior beings-I bet I could talk if I really wanted to. I'm pretty good at communicating to my human without talking-if my human is doing something weird, like staring into space with a blank look on her face, I make little twrp sounds to bring her back to the present so she can do something useful, like feed me or play with me.

Austin also gets to travel a lot-I wouldn't like any travel that involves being shut inside a cat carrier, but I would like to get out of this apt more often. I do go out to patrol the hallway to make sure no enemies are out there, and I go out on the window ledge to watch the birds at the birdfeeder in the courtyard-and squirrels and bees and other flying things. Sometimes I get so involved in watching that I lean too far forward and land in the garden below-then I cry piteously (I really good at sounding piteous) until my human comes down and carries me inside again.

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