I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. It isn’t easy growing up a were house cat in Wales. Especially when one’s littermates transform into far more terrifying creatures than oneself. But I’m clever. I discovered the advantages of being perceived as merely a housecat. Especially in London in the 19th century.
Didn’t I mention that? Yes, I was born near the end of the 18th century. It was a small litter–only three of us. But mother made up for that later with two more litters. Some of my adventures have been chronicled by the author April Kihlstrom–though the book hasn’t reached the printer yet. Still I thought it only right that I have a forum to tell you those things she didn’t see fit to include. And the ones I didn’t tell her yet.
I haven’t decided yet how often I’ll post. Both my human and feline activities do keep me fairly busy. I may let some of my littermates post, from time to time, and perhaps even my mother.
So the next time you look at a housecat you might ask yourself whether the creature is more than it seems.
Until next time,
Deverell Tregaron the Black Cat of the Family