Operation Prince Charming

My plan of action is pure genius.

First, I lured in the peeps. Child's play: wink, yawn, stretch, nudge. They really don't stand a chance. And then the checkmate: I set the scene as "Feline Napping on Sofa" when Mom got home from work. It was so good, she added her rendition of "Sales Associate Rests Legs and Eyes" to the mix. All that creativity made me hungry. When the 6PM Supper Buffet was announced, I joined my cronies in the dining salon. Our chef artfully prepared a mix of their food/my food. There are no leftovers. (I checked.)

Winning over my fellow cats is dodgier work. Like magicians trying to outdo each other, we know most of our colleagues' secrets.

Lily seems to like my style, and we have similar roots, so we've been sharing a room and swapping stories. Seems she was a street cat who found herself pregnant at a tender age and got taken in by Josh, who inherited the animal-in-distress receptor from his parents. She had two kittens that she raised beautifully. They were adopted out as a set, and Lily is no longer on the production line. She's missing a few teeth, like me, and is pretty happy to watch the world go by (especially cars, dogs, and coyotes) from inside the windows.

One of these days she'll show me pictures of her kids. Apparently there's a mouse who knows how to find them. If we can figure out which end of him (her?) is the face, we'll have to ask about that.

Two more conquests to go: Smoky and Jimmy. Wish me luck.