Quite frankly, I admit, I have a pretty good life. My humans are mostly attentive, although sometimes I have to keep reminding them to pay attention to me, and I am fed fairly regularly.

I also have a friend. One who is not a human. As I have said, my humans live in a railroad apartment. What is a railroad apartment you might ask? Well, Barleby's says it's

Railroad Apartment NOUN: An apartment in which the rooms are connected in a line.

There are seven doors in the hallway (for our purposes hallway=line) one doorway is for the bathroom, one for the kitchen and the rest are for the other rooms or bedrooms. My humans have the last door, and their space is split into two rooms, one room is where the computer is, and the other is where the bed is. They have a "french door" in between. My first couple of weeks in the new place, I did not want to go back out into the hallway. I was too scared. But, every once in a while I would hear this sound. It sounded like another cat! Lisa, the woman who rescued me from the fire escape had rescued another stray cat, and she also had her own cats. Her place was full of cats! And, when I moved to this new place with my humans, I thought that all the other cats on the planet had dissapeared. But I was wrong!

His name is Trance--and now he is my best friend! When I first wake up in the morning, I run out of the room, and go down the hall to Trance's room, where he lives with his human, Patrick. Patrick is kind of like my uncle.

I love to play. Sometimes I play with Trance, sometimes I dont:



The first picutre is really Me and Trance. Notice the two tails. It doesn't look like I am winning, but don't worry I get my licks in! The next two are me, just being my cute self.

I wish that Trance would stay away from my necessary box, tho!