Mine

On this cold evening, I decree that Human Daddy’s chest is mine and only mine, by rights as the Elder Cat.

A man wearing a grey hoodie lies on a couch.  A large black house cat sits on his chest.

I also decree that Human Daddy may not move from his position until such time as I have tired of his chest, which is not likely to happen anytime soon as this spot is most comfortable.

—Darth Vader

Sad News

The following post is very sad and unexpected.

Amber, Tortie Empress, accomplished Manager of a lackluster Human Employee, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on January 3rd after a sudden, acute illness.

A gorgeous tortoiseshell cat sits on a laptop keyboard, absolutely glaring at whoever is taking her picture.

She was 15 years old, though she never looked a day over 7.

We miss her terribly but are so grateful for the time we spent in her presence.

—Jessica, aka Human Mommy