I just turned three, and am a beautiful black and white cat. I know I'm beautiful, because Steve, the human, tells me several times a day that I'm the prettiest cat in the world. He's may not be the best judge, because I've heard him say the same thing to my little hellion of a daughter, Sam. But I've checked the mirror, so I know he's right in my case.

I have a pretty good life now, although it was kind of rocky in the beginning. I used to live outside and really had to search for food and a place to stay out of the weather. Then I found Steve and moved in with him. Now life is pretty easy - good food to eat, a warm place to sleep when it's cold out, cool place when it's hot.

As I said, I have a daughter, Sam. She really is a young hellion, but that's because Steve lets her get away with just about anything. She's always running around, opening up the cupboards and just generally making a pest of herself. I do my best, but what can I do! You can't maintain discipline when your human undermines your best attempts to maintain order. Why, she even interrupts my nap sometimes because she's bored. I keep telling her it's not polite to refer to Steve as a two-leg - it's not his fault. Besides, I know just how much better it is to have a human in our lives.

Actually, even though she's a pest, I guess I'll just have to keep her. Sometimes I just have to get out of the apartment to get any peace. I've trained Steve to open to door when I want in or out. All I have to do is scratch at the door. If he doesn't jump up and open the door, usually all it takes is a quick jump up in his lap and a headbutt or two. Whenever I go out he insists I wear a collar with a nametag and our phone number - as if I don't know the way home. Besides I know just how good it is here after my time on the streets. Actually the collar looks pretty nice when I check my reflection, and he takes it off whenever I'm inside.

My favorite thing, besides getting plenty of beauty sleep, is getting brushed and fussed over. Sam doesn't know what she's missing not getting brushed, but she's always on the go and can't hold still long enough to enjoy a good brushing. Sometimes Steve doesn't get the hint when I want to be brushed, but if I poke at the brush he catches on. The brush is always supposed to be on the table next to the recliner, but sometimes Sam carries it off and hides it. That really makes me mad, but Steve thinks it's kind of funny.

Well, guess that's enough for now, as I hear Steve coming back. I don't want to get caught, so have to get this sent off and let the screensaver come back on. Bye for now,