Sophee

Who was born today?  Me? No way!  I was born a long time ago. Well, maybe not a LONG time ago. TEN YEARS AGO?  Ten years ago today?  Yikes!  

Here's another pic of us in the dark. Our hooman didn't edit this pic or make it lighter.  My eyes are super bright cause I'm looking directly into the camera's flash.  The shine comes from that reflective layer at the back of my eyes called the 'tapetum lucidum."  Spirit sits above me but he's not looking so directly into the flash of the camera.

Gracee, you don't believe me do you? Turkeys can fly!  Wild turkeys that is, not the turkeys raised on farms.  Sophee, I don't believe anything you meow! So prove it. We'll watch for a flying turkey.

Are you a wild turkey or a domestic turkey? There's a difference. Our hooman says wild turkeys: eat off the ground, roost in trees, can fly @ 40 to 50 mph but only for short distances,  can run on terra firma @ 12 mph, & are adept swimmers. They move through water by tucking their wings in close, spreading their tails & kicking!

Let me introduce you to our regular house guests, Fran & her hubby Ken. Where is Ken? Reading. He reads really early every morning. They might not stay with us for very long so we soak up whatever attention they give us. Most important, Fran is the best "Catch-the-Laser" player of all the hoomans that we know!

Be forewarned all you Tricksters & Tweeters, you come knockin' on our door, we'll answer but we cats aren't given' up any treats!  No siree!  All 4 of us agree on that!

Spirit pays more attention to me if I whisper in his ear. No, I'm not going to tell you what I'm telling him. So, just in case you ever wondered if we cats ever talk to each other -- the answer is:  "Yes, we do!"

I'm the Inspector-In-Residence at this house. Nothing gets past me -- not on Labor Day, not on any day.  My hooman tells other hoomans that I don't miss a thing. And, I don't. I fly up and down the stairs between floors at breakneck speed, jumping off the wall if I feel like it and if  my hooman has moved a chair, a lamp, a bowl, a pillow, I know. That's just how I am.

This is where you'll usually find me. I hang out in the barrel of our newest cat tree. It's right next to the dining room table where my hooman sits. I get pets & tummy scratches everytime she gets up. Plus, Spirit can't bug me when I'm in my barrel. I have knocked him out of the tree when he's tried. Yes, I have.

SPIRIT:  I was wonderin' who was purrin' their whiskers off in this bag.  What'cha doin' in there anyway?  SOPHEE:  Hiding.  I love to hide & I'm good at it.  SPIRIT: If you're going to hide & be good at it, then you need to stop purring.  We can all hear you -- your purrin's loud for cryin' out loud!