Shay w.

(she/her)

From the Desk of cats Sirius and Eevee: 

It is not out of pity that we allow our human (whom we have heard other humans call “Shay”) believe she is in charge. Pity is not in our nature, and we do so enjoy playing with our food. Rather, we allow her to maintain her human hierarchy in order to reinforce her good habits. 

Our human Shay is quite the sucker for a cuddle or simple leg rub and in turn is a most generous treat dispenser. She also took to potty training surprisingly well– she scoops our poops every day and is very accomplished at maintaining its cleanliness. By staring intently at her, followed by a slow blink, we now have her trained to pick us up and carry us on a whim. We affectionately call her our “little litter.” Pun intended.

Unfortunately, in allowing our human to believe she’s running things, we must occasionally let her leave the house. In the past, while away, she studied useless human things at a “school” called NYU. She is periodically on what you humans call the “TV” or “stage.” She is 152 in cat years– so we’re betting she’ll be out to pasture soon. And then we’ll have her all to ourselves. We’re hoping to train her to plant cat grass next. Stay tuned. We also have observed her packing, what she calls “ice skates” or “dance wear,” into one of her many cloth sacks, and then disappear for a while, only to return smelling… fragrant. If that were not strange enough, while hiding in the hamper, we have additionally spied her staring at bound paper she calls “books” for hours. We are not complaining, however. In this state she makes a most excellent seat cushion. All in all, we approve of and also have a great deal of affection for our human. Despite her aforementioned oddities, we believe you will too.