Me, posing.

When my human takes out the camera, I usually only put up with it for so long. She thinks I am gorgeous, I beg to differ (actually I beg for cream cheese and salmon).

Guarding Joy Street

This is my window perch. Sunny, with a view, it has everything!

In my cubby hole!

My human has this as the desktop picture on her computer! Sap!

Maybe if I stare patiently...

Streeetchhhhhh..... Some people think I love to be on my human's bed. The truth is I only like it if she is there too. Mostly I perch in the front window or hang out on the couch if she isn't on the bed with me!

This is my mugshot, from my adoption file.

I was adopted in August 2004 from Saint Meows. Life was hard before that. I was at Saint Meows for a long time, Alice and Tom had to work with me forever to get me ready to be adopted. I attacked people all the time because of the abuse I experienced. In fact, I am lucky to be alive, another shelter was going to euthanize me before Alice took me out of there.

Don't let the cat out of the bag! Wait, let me out!

Sometimes I get needy and I knead.

In this photo you can see one of my scars from my abuse, life is better now.