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

Prowl

The Humans keep the outside doors closed and Luna tells me it’s too cold to practice Ornithology anyway, so I can’t very well hit the town as I planned this Friday night.

A handsome black and white cat prowls across a small rug.

So I guess I’ll just have to do the next best thing and prowl around the guest room, which the Humans usually keep inexplicably closed.

—Apollo