Meet Percy

Hi! I’m Professor Percy Seymour Howard (named for novelist Walker Percy).  I have an interesting tail… no wait, that’s an interesting tale.

A little while ago (we feline types aren’t so great at keeping time), I’m not really sure what happened, all I know is I was in pain and I was sitting on the side of the road watching those big metal things that the bipeds ride around in. They were zooming by really fast (did one of them hit me maybe?). I was putting on my brave kitty face because I didn’t want anyone to know I was hurt.  That’s when these nice bipeds drove by and sort of slowed down, but didn’t stop.

I couldn’t keep up the brave act, my leg hurt too bad, so eventually I had to lie down.  Those same bipeds came back and saw me still there, and got out and took me to this doctor biped that worked on my leg.  For I while I had to wear this funny wrap thing on it, but after she took it off, I could walk pretty good! The nice bipeds took me to live with their daughter and her mate, and I got to hang out in my the shop where my foster dad builds furniture.  I lived with them for two weeks while I was getting better, but they weren’t able to keep me (this made them very sad, I could tell).


Last night, this other female biped showed up at my foster mom and dad’s place.  I walked right up to her and sniffed her and decided that she seemed pretty okay.  She and my foster mom and dad talked for a while, and then she asked me if I wanted to go home and live with her.  She told me I’d have a kitty sister and doggie brother and sister too, and a cool dad who really needed a little boy kitty like me.


So I said okay, and walked right into the big carrier she brought for me to ride in, and she took me home.

I’m adjusting pretty good. I really like my new mom and dad, but the dogs are a little on the hyper side, and my new sister’s playing hard to get.  okay, so I think she’s determined not to like me, but I’ll win her over eventually.  I think my story’s just beginning instead of ending that day on the road thanks to some really cool bipeds who took really good care of me!

Anna here… Adelaide’s feeling threatened, poor girl… I’m giving her extra attention to make up for it.  But doesn’t she look splendid when she’s resentful?


Queen Adelaide Goldeneyes

I’m celebrating my cat today because she’s awesome, and partly because I’d wished last week that I had better recent pics of Sebas before he left us.  And don’t worry, Adelaide’s fine, it’s just that since I’ve posted pics where you got to know the dogs better, she insisted she get a post all to herself. So here goes.

Hi! I’m Adelaide. My biped mom is writing this post for me, because I insisted that I wasn’t getting enough attention, and look at me why don’t you, with looks like these, I should get lots and lots of attention.  And yes, I am Queen Adelaide Goldeneyes of Havenknoll and the all the surrounding lands.  Don’t you forget it!

Who is this that enters my domain with that big black clicky thing?  And why are you pointing it at me?

Hark what is that that flys above my head? Can I eat it? should I bat it?

Yes, look at me, love me, but you can’t have me. I’m reasonably content with the service of my current biped housemates.  They do open the door for me most of the time when I ask.

Fear me, you bouncy ball thing!

Now love me all you people who read my biped mom’s blog.  I demand it! (remember the fearsome side as you look at all this beauty… loving me is the wisest course). But look only, do not touch.

Anna here: all comments on this post should be addressed to her Majesty Queen Adelaide Goldeneyes. Let’s not upset her now…