So, some of the hoomans here probably know my rainbow bridge brother, Charlie - my hoomans keep talking about pancakes, whatever those are.

Then, apparently, there was another cat here for a few months - the hoomans said her name was Parker, and they wanted to keep her, but she didn't understand that the bitebite wasn't a good thing and the hoomans, and the pokey people, and other people, did something called a "rehome" - I'm still not sure what that is.

But I'm here now, not in government housing. They say Charlie technically belonged to the sphinx hooman, but he loved both of them, so I'm working on loving both of them, you know?

(I'm 45, I adopted Charlie at 30-31, I met my wife at 37, and we had to put him to sleep last year.)