The Olympic Rings were designed by the co-founder of the Olympics, Frenchman Baron Pierre de Caubertin in 1912.

My official name is Ms. Sophistacat but you can call me Sophee--everyone else does. I am the most agile of the four of us. Spirit might be the strongest, Inkee-Bear might be the biggest & Gracee might be the meanest, but I am the most graceful, like a gymnast.  I don't fall off railings, ceiling beams or run into doors at 90 mph.

How's a cat like me 'sposed to catch a cat-nap 'round here? First it's robo calls.Then it's Spirit & Inkee-Bear chasing each other around the house. Then Fedex delivering our food from Chewy. Now it's Meowmuh taking pics of me.

There. Phone's gone. Now I can get some sleep, some REAL sleep. You know, the REM sleep or whatever you call it. The one where you dream, you have eye movement, solve all your problems, organize your life & catch all your prey. We all need that. Don't you agree?

Do you get as many robo calls as we do? Bet this is another one. Ring, ring. All day, all night--every day, every week, every month--all year long! Can't they see I'm sleepin' -- at least I'm tryin' to. Let me just get up & paw-putt this phone where it needs to be. You guessed it -- on the floor. I need my beauty sleep.

On 12/6 (Wed), we evacuated from Auntie Rika's to here--the second level of this module. I'm to the far left, Spirit's next to me; Gracee's hiding & Inkee-Bear's too dark to be seen. There's a handsome orange cat, Henri, below us. Best part? Going HOME on 12/8 (Fri)! Thanks to the fire fighters, skilled pilots with their night vision goggles & police for saving our home.

Sophee: Meowmuh, when are we going to practice our Christmas Carols on the piano? We like it when you play, even if no one else does. I like "Winter Wonderland,' "Jingle Bells"--"Who's that Kitten in the Window? Meow. Meow." Gracee: No, no, it's "Who's that Doggie in the Window? Arf Arf" AND that song is NOT a Christmas Carol! Good grief.

This is one bold turkey. Go away, turkey. This is a 'cats-only' cat-tree -- let me be real clear -- this cat-tree is a 'turkey-free' zone. I don't want to hear any gobble, gobble, gobble-dee-gook -- just split.  Oh, oh. Do you hear what I hear? Meowmuh's calling you. She wants you in the oven, I mean the kitchen! 

I gotta' take this Hallow-weird investigation into my own paws. The pun-kin's harmless. But, what is this thing? It's black all over--like a little Inkee-Bear? No, no. Look at all those legs. It climbed up here? Or dropped down from--? Like Spider Man? Wait, I know--it's a big spider!

Why so much orange? Cause of Hallow-weird--Halloween? Why are these "things" sittin' here? Too weird. I mean, if you're lookin' at my pic, are you left like totally speechless? meowless? An orange pup-kin? It makes a yowlin, ghoulish sound that makes me literally flee to my blanket. No, not on it, under it. Know what I mean?