Little Styx

Styx: If you have read my story so far, you know that around Thanksgiving, some anonymous bad people (ABP) dropped me off at a dairy farm. I did get some sympathy because I was so small and had just had kittens. But if I was going to stay on the farm, I was going to have to become a farm cat, and it was obvious that I'd enjoyed being a house cat, probably until I had kittens and the ABPs decided I wasn't "cute" anymore.

Here's a picture of me from Thanksgiving:

I am small now, only 7 pounds and very trim, but as you can see, I still had a bit of that kitten-shape to my head back in November.

It was a cold November, and I was quite happy and warm sitting on Kokomo the dog's little house. He was featured on this blog before back in 2008, when he was quite young himself. "Young and bad," Ms. C tells me. I don't see why he is so bad, we got along just fine.

I am much happier in my new home where I get all of the personalized attention I need and I never have to go out in the cold. In fact, I never want to go outside at all, not even to look for boy-cats. Everyone else here is really looking forward to next Tuesday when I go to get "fixed." It must be something really good, like being knighted by the Queen or having a tuna fish party. Right?!