Human Mommy calls me a House Panther.
Human Mommy is nearsighted and lacks a sense of scale.
I’m a full-size Panther, no qualifier required.
No, you may not rest your gigantic head on my pillow, Human Mommy.
What a strange question!
Why would you even ask?
A lovely story from Portugal about the daring rescue of a beautiful, singing House Panther. Enjoy!
Purrs, Darth Vader et al
Beware of the hot temperatures, Humans! Your House Panther may melt into a large, tarry puddle, reminiscent of an oil slick.
Don’t fret, Humans! Tuna and catnip will restore your Panther to his solid form.
No matter how warm the evening, never say “no” to a good Swedish Torch.
Looking for the best seat in the house? Pick the Human with the softest lap.
This sheet is still whitish, but I am definitely darkening it with my midnight fur.
Just a few more weeks and it will be perfect.
What’s that? My Humans will toss it in the wash before I achieve my aesthetic vision of a sheet that glistens like the Hope Diamond?
Pffft… If they haven’t done it yet, what makes you think they’ll do it soon?
Sometimes the Humans are puzzled as to why the water level in the garden fountains goes down so fast.
What else could it be?
Enjoy the sunshine while it lasts. Tilt your head so that your whiskers can refract late winter rainbows.
Who is crueler, Human Daddy, who makes an unreasonable rule like no Cats in the bedroom while the Humans are at work, or Human Mommy who enforces said rule?