Box

I have happily installed myself in a brand new box, but I see Apollo stretching innocently nearby, maybe too innocently.

A pretty tabby sits in a cardboard box with her ears angled back in warning.  In front of her, a young black and white cat lounges on the floor.

I hope he doesn’t plan to challenge me for my box.

If that happens, I will be forced to issue some strong hisses.

—Luna

New Duty

As beloved Uncle Darth has trotted over the Rainbow Bridge, it now falls to me as the Tiger Queen and oldest Cat to occupy Human Mommy’s lap in the evening.

A pretty calico cat sits atop a woman’s lap and receives strokes.

Don’t call me the Elder Cat, though. I am in the prime of my Cathood, barely a whisker out of Kittenhood.

—Lily