A New Home

I arrived in my new home yesterday. Jumped right out of my bench, straight on the laptop computer. I thought that was a real stroke of luck. Sniffed around a bit, plans forming in my small but already devious brain. I checked when no-one was looking, and what do you know! The laptop holds a portal to Blogland! And that's how I got here.

My name is Pantoef (the other humans called me Buddy, but I don't care what they call me. T.S Eliot had the right idea and if you don't know which idea that is, check my sidebar, you illiterate bunch of... humans. If the new ones want to call me Pantoef because of my big feet, then I let them) and I am a Devon Rex cat. My curly coat is velvety soft and I have been endowed with an abundance of fluffy curly white chest hair. The rest of my coat is grey and black and beige and very soft as well. My ears are big (which I happen to think is rather flattering), my tail is long, my sweetness is out of this world.

My new home is peopled with a woman and a man-child, and the home is placed in the middle of a verrrrrrry large garden, which Mama calls a forest (Mama is the woman's name, according to the man-child). I've been told that I'm not allowed outside, unless I have my kitty harness attached to a very long line, but I find that a bit insulting.

Anyway. They're not bad people. They're really quite friendly. Mama talks to me all the time and picks me up and makes me purr really loud. She smells really nice too. She says that smell is called 'coffee'. I tried some, but I think it smells better than it tastes. Oh, and Mama also likes to play with threads, just like I do! Only her threads are too thin to hold any interest for me, but I like that she knows where I'm coming from when I'm chasing my cords and threads. The man-child is very sweet. He let me sleep on his lap yesterday and only got up after he'd asked mama to pick me up, because he didn't want to wake me. I wasn't asleep, but still. That was very thoughtful of him.

My first night away from my old home was not bad at all. Just to make sure mama knows where we stand, I slipped into her bed last night before she did and I got to sleep right next to her all through the night! Me likey...
This morning, when mama was preparing the man-child's breakfast, I was told to get my furry behind off of the kitchen counter, which I didn't get at all. I'll find my way around that one. Also, she needs to find me another container for my drinky. No way am I going to drink water from a commonplace ceramic bowl. I'm staunchly refusing to drink water until she finds me a decent cat fountain. Tsk. Humans...

I'm off to play with my mittens some more and then I will sneak into Mama's bedroom before she changes her mind and puts me in my cat bed!