One Tiny Black Fur Ball Can’t Catch Me.

Ha! Paper tiger, indeed.  Looks more like a tiny black fur ball with a long tail, if you ask me.  Oh, sorry.  I’m Tessa, and I was the new kid on the block in the house until Onyx arrived on the scene.

This boy sure has a lot of energy.  You’d think he’d get tired of chasing after that paper wad. When he’s not chasing the darn thing, he’s demanding to be fed. Or be picked up. I’m thinking he’s a lot of work, but then, nobody asked me for my opinion.

I’ll tell you what, though. He does kind of grow on you.  Finally, he doesn’t glower at me or do that hissy thing that cats do when they think they have to be tough.  And, I guess for a kitten, he’s kinda cute.

Got those black stripes going for him. Which you can see when the sun hits his fur in exactly the right way.

When he showed up, his coat looked a bit raggedy and he was missing the whiskers on one side of his face. What was up with that, I wonder?  Takes me back to when I first came into this house. Boy, was I a mess. Well, not a total mess, but I was skinny and my fur was almost as raggedy as Onyx’s. But. Onyx doesn’t need to know that.

A girls’ got to have some secrets.

My humans are pretty smart about fixing up former shelter animals and they got right on it with Onyx after they brought him home. After a few days, they were researching cat food and chatting with their cat friends. Seems like they have both cat and dog friends.

The next thing you know, he’s got the run of the upstairs and almost all of the downstairs.  Not to mention that he’s sneaking up to me and sticking his paw into my ear or his nose into my face.

Which, truth be told, I don’t really mind.

But, to think that he’s the fastest animal in THIS house?

I don’t think so.

Not on my watch.

Not as long as there is breath in my body.

And, that’s all I have to say.  About that. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]

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