The things I do for my human!
Yes, well, I suppose I ought to introduce myself though frankly I wouldn't know why you'd want to hear anything I have to say nor why I should waste my valuable time doing it. I do have mice to catch, moles to snatch out of my human's flower beds, baby bunnies to frighten to death by a mere stare and don’t even get me started on those menacing songbirds! But my human thinks there is a growing interest in the cat’s eye view. Well, duh! We cats are superior in every way after all. You humans might actually learn something if you would only try to see things differently and learn our language. We’ve bothered to learn yours, after all. Only seems fair
If you haven’t figured it out yet, which I suppose is very possible, you humans being less than the brightest fire flies in the woods, I am a cat. Not just any old alley cat though, I am a Maine Coon. I am long haired and rather regal in appearance if I do say so myself. But you needn’t take my word for it. You can ask anyone. It’s the very first thing they say about me. Indeed I am that stunning!
My humans have decided on calling me Zebrina which I suppose is a bit better than "hey, you cat!" That is what I usually heard at the horse farm where I was born. Don’t ask me why they picked Zebrina. It’s really quite a mystery to me. I mean, do you know what a zebra is? They seem to think I look like one due to my stripes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one around Greentown, PA. Only thing I ever encounter with stripes in these woods and open meadows that constitute my home range is a skunk. I may be fluffy and furry but they better not be saying I stink like that thing! I’ll have something to meow about that, for sure and certain.
Whatever!
So it is in an effort to improve feline-human relations and of course to help you humans understand how much you could improve your lives if you mimicked us, I agreed to do this zone. My human wanted to call this zone a Kitty cat journal but I nixed that idea but quick. Give me a break! Like I want to hear "Here, Kitty, kitty" all day long? I think not! I’ve got my pride, you know. Not just my distant cousins the lions got that going for them, in case you didn’t know.
I suppose it all started at the barn where my mama decided to have us, me and my brothers and sister, that is, at the riding stables. So, I guess I’ll start there. Stick around and you’ll get a cat’s perspective on the world, a much preferred way to see it in my not-so-humble opinion.






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