I had my measurements taken today. I’m 12½ -17-19! (That’s nape-to-tail, chest, and tummy, of course). My Human Female is making me a sweater of my very own. A beautiful, hand-knit sweater to keep me cuddly warm all winter. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to wear it! It will be in lovely pastels specially chosen to perfectly complement my soft pink skin tones and my chartreuse eyes. I will be the height of fashion. I just know it! Besides, the other two don’t have sweaters on account of all that fur, which just goes to prove how truly special I am. Brrr… I swear, it’s getting colder in here by the minute. I do hope this hand knitting isn’t going to take all day.

The weather has turned very cold here. I wouldn’t ordinarily be affected, being an indoor cat and all, but my Human Male likes to keep the house like an iceberg. My Human Female is cold too. I can tell. She scurries about the house all bundled up. Even the sunbeams, of which we have a great plenitude, aren’t warm enough. Why, I can barely venture out of my blankie, where I am forced to huddle and nap for long periods at a stretch, only occasionally dashing to the kitchen to check the food dish. When I came back from my last trip, he was in my blankie! The nerve! With that long fur coat to keep him toasty. I danced around shivering until my Human Male rousted him. So what if the blankie was his first. It’s mine now. I need it. When, oh when will winter end?

Turkey Day was a bust, I must say. And I had such high hopes. Just as I was nearing the giblet plate, the door bell rang! Well, a girl in my state of undress can’t let herself be seen by just anyone, now can she? I made for the stairs (as did the other two, truth be told). We settled in comfortably to wait out the intrusion. It couldn’t be that long, could it? I was deep into a well-deserved nap when I first noticed it. That smell. That incredible smell! The smell for which Turkey Day is renowned throughout the animal kingdom. I noticed The Princess had disappeared. Leave it to her to go prancing around and sprawling for the Humans for a chance at the feast. I have my dignity, thank you very much. I can wait. But where was he? He’s as strong-willed as I am. He has dignity. Doesn’t he?

Well, I guess my assessment of my housemates needs a little adjusting. I waited as that splendid aroma wafted down the stairs. And I waited. It was sheer torture, I tell you. Would they never leave? Just as I was about to go belly up in despair, I could hear footsteps. Departing footsteps! Thank the heavens, my wait was over. And as always, good things come to those who wait.

Turkey Day!

Today is Turkey Day. That means I get turkey! I love turkey (and chicken and fish and beef—but all that's for tomorrow). My Humans are expecting guests. I can sense this—all the cleaning and vacuuming and running about. This almost never happens. They even washed me. Twice! The turkey my Humans are cooking is quite large. I don't think I could eat it all myself. But I could certainly try. Dinner looks to be quite a feast. Let's see. What can I have? There are four different cheeses including an intriguing triple creme from France. An "olive medley" which is not to my taste but fancy all the same. Potatoes and stuffing, of course, with a luscious giblet gravy. Yum! The obligatory green bean casserole, which I personally can't imagine eating. Cranberry relish, Waldorf salad, corn, pie. Well, the list just gets more and more boring. It's a good thing there's plenty of turkey. What's that on the counter? Hmm, looks like a plate of giblets with my name on it. Is anyone looking?

Today was a lazy day. I napped in a sunbeam in my chaise lounge. That took a good bit of the day. Then I logged onto the Web and went to my blog. There I was—pictures of me! (That’s here, of course.) I read all about me. It was so interesting! But I know all that, so I surfed over to Google to look for pearls of wisdom about my breed. Sphynxes are a special and rare cat breed. (Well no surprise there.) We are affectionate and love to snuggle with our Humans. (As a matter of fact, my Human Male has the warmest, most spacious lap I’ve ever had the pleasure of dozing on. What’s not to like about that?) We Sphynxes love to be the center of attention (naturally), and we like to entertain our human companions with all sorts of delightful tricks and antics. (Antics? I don’t do “antics.”) Sphynxes often have a peach-fuzz-like down that makes our skin feel so soft, like suede or chamois. (After looking at a number of my kin in the online photo galleries, I seem quite hirsute by comparison. I have whiskers. I have ear furnishings. My tail, of course, is where it becomes quite clear that I’m a natural blonde, of which I’m quite proud. Really, what good does it do to be blonde if one has no hair to flaunt?) Sphynxes love to be touched and made much of (true), and we all positively adore baths! (Wait, who writes this stuff?) Well, this is very interesting and all, and I’ve enjoyed surfing and reading and looking at pictures. But clearly, you can’t believe everything you read on the Internet.

I had a bath today. I must have charmed my bath attendants. They kept telling me what a good cat I was. Well I know that! I got to have my special unscented body wash and my extra soft wash cloth and my own fluffy towel. It was so luxurious!
Actually, I have a confession to make. Promise me you won’t tell anyone. Not anyone! I don’t like water. Oh, it’s glorious enough to consume, like all yummy things. But would you rub Trout Feast on your skin? Definitely not! Water has this unappealing dampness about it. It causes one to be wet! Truly, my skin crawls just thinking about it. I carried on nevertheless. Dignity is my middle name. Pinky D. Lee. However, a diversion might be just what I need on bath day—a rubber ducky, maybe?

For dinner last night we had Turkey and Cheddar Souffle with Garden Greens. I didn’t care for the greens myself. I’m no big fan of souffle either. He certainly liked it well enough—he ate all three bowls. Is it true that real males don’t eat souffle? I sat near my bowl hoping for another course. But no. I will grow positively skinny at this rate! I did manage to coax a piece of quiche Lorraine from my Human Female. I wonder if he eats quiche.

Today was just the best day!
I got my own email address. Then I had my portrait taken. And then I got my own blog. My very own blog! Can you believe it? Not even she has a blog. But I do. I can talk about everything I do here. Let's see. This morning I snoozed in a great sunny location, which is sure to enhance the beauty spot on my shoulder (no, that is not a freckle). For lunch I had Tender Beef and Chicken Feast. The others didn't like it so I got to eat the whole thing myself! Then I spent some time chasing her around the house. “The princess,” my Human Female calls her. But if you ask me, she's no princess. Not really. So what if she has a pedigree. That just means she has famous parents. Whereas I'm sure I must be at the very least a real princess. Just look at me. Do I look like I have a commoner's genes? No, of course not. So, now that I have my own blog with my portrait on it, I'm sure that very soon I'll be contacted by my royal relatives informing me that I'm the scion of queens! I just know it! Life on the Web is so exciting! Mmm... My Humans are bringing in the beer-can chicken. Ciao!