Well-Dressed Cats

I don't mean to brag, but I am a stunningly beautiful cat. There are people who look at me and say I am an orange tabby. No, my cousin Lucky is an orange tabby, and I look nothing like him. You can guess what She thought of when She first brought me home from the esspeeceeay. She told Him I looked the color of coffee with cream in it. That's where I got my name. I have a lot of that coffee-and-cream colored fur, so it is important that I get it brushed every day. Even then, I leave a lot of hair on the chairs and sofa. She says it is OK, because that's why it is called fur-niture. I love my brushings, except for when She finds a tangle, and then it pulls. A quick bite on Her hand gets that taken care of promptly. Sometimes She just holds the brush and I rub my face and chin on it. It doesn't make hair come off, but it feels very good and it doesn't even hurt, even though the brush has wire pointy bristles. After my brushing I get a nice nap in a handsome-cat pose. My sister, Kasey does not like brushing. Kasey has not been brushed since I ever first saw her, and she still looks like a lovely cat. She has light gray and dark gray stripes with little spots of orange peeking out here and there, and that one cream-colored paw. If you ask me, Kasey is very pretty. She is only half as big as me, though we are the same age. Being little makes Kasey look delicate, but don't be fooled. She is a tough old cat who does not take any nonsense from anybody. Today, She went to pet Kasey after She gave her some treats and Kasey just turned around and walked away. You would never believe we are brother and sister We could not be more different. For example, I am excited because She says we are having pizza for our dinner. I am tickled pink, but Kasey doesn't care. Toodles.