It’s official!

“I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.” – Jules Verne

Monsieur Honoré de Balzac

Mais oui, c’est moi, monsieur Balzac. While the human had another name, perfectly respectable, picked out for me, it was foolishly chosen before she had even met me. When all of my many charms and the enchanting spell cast by my magical purr began to have its way with the human, she quickly realized there could be no other name for moi.

 

 

Before I arrived here, the perfect Valentine, I was called a feral cat. It just goes to prove how ignorant humans can be. Love and affection just pour out of me. A good alias would have been ombre (shadow) which would be a term of endearment. When the human goes up or down stairs or from room to room, I am either on top or beneath her steps. I really don’t know how she managed before I arrived as those divas only run to her when she puts down the food. Yet they do allow her a few cuddles now and again, they just don’t have the capacity nor skill. 

Simone may soon be a good cuddle buddy. Alas, Colette only cuddles with the human and only when she feels like it. I really don’t get it? The human is a master at cuddling, petting, and scratching. She never hits a spot that is not appreciated. 

Alas, I had not contemplated the vast amount of work that awaited me here. There are ever so many photos to pose for. There are stories that must be dictated to the human typist, there is kitty therapy to administer and, no doubt, much to be done that I have been too busy to ascertain as of yet. 

Bisous, Balzac and the human typist

 

All mistakes are due solely to human error and shall be dealt with.