Writing Cats

You surely know that I am a writing cat, and that She lets me use Her computer to write my stories. I used to sneak in here when She was busy, but too many times She would shut down this computer, so I had to confess. Now She actually knows I do this, and answers questions if I think to ask Her. If She knows I am writing about certain things, like feelings, She will tell me about things I might need to know. Usually I know the stuff She tells me, but I listen politely. No sense in hurting Her feelings. I always have something to write about, because my life is so interesting. How many cats do you know who eat butter for breakfast, for example. I have a peculiar sister, Kasey, who makes a good topic to write about. Kasey is such a stuck-up cat that I can't see her writing anything. Kasey expects you to figure out what she is thinking, and if you can't she thinks you just don't get it. Our little sister Kate probably could have had some good stories to tell.  She had a fun family and as busy life before she came here to live. But Kate has moved away, and didn't have time to learn computering, so there won't be any stories from Kate. Before I came here, and before I lived at the Esspeeceeay, I must have belonged to a family. They are the ones who took out my claws and had me fixed. I don't remember them very well, but I remember my sore paws. And there must have been loud noises there, because I am still upset by loud noises. When those people gave me away, they said they didn't have time for me. Well, He and She have all the time for me that a cat could want. I know She would never give me away to the Esspeeceeay. She loves me so much that She named me after her beloved coffee-the-drink. Kasey doesn't have claws,  but she doesn't remember her first people, either. I am guessing Kasey's first people didn't realize how special she is and just treated her like a regular cat. I think I'll try to find out more about Kasey to put into my stories. There is always something for a cat to write about. Toodle-pip.