Humans say New York is full of these things.
But the only rats I ever saw were deceased.
People say a lot of things about New York
that aren’t true.
This looks like the church I was chased out of.
Those humans who tried to catch me never
had a chance. Not with those dresses they
Here’s where I spent the winter as a disciple. It’s called Grand Central. I never actually saw this part of it with people.
Us cats had to wait until they were gone before we could come out.
Here I am in one of the Old Lady’s rooms.
Emily showed me in a cat bed but, in truth,
I was usually on a sofa or a chair.
This is one of the few remaining shots of me when I was living on the Park with the Old Lady.
I looked great back then.
This is a shot some human took when I was living in a box off Lex.
I don’t know who put the towel in but it was nice of them. Could have been thicker, though.
This isn’t one of my favorite photos. The Old Lady took it and she wasn’t very good at that sort of thing.
I look like an oily blob on her living room carpet.
While I was thanking people the other day, I wanted to add another human but was told there wasn’t room on the page. Now, I know better.
The human I want to thank is Emily Cornell du Houx who did all the great illustrations for my book, Nine Lives on the Street. Not only are the drawings great but Emily took the time to show me each one and explain where in the book they’d go. She was very nice. When she’s not illustrating soon-to-be-best-selling books (if you do your part) Emily is a very big deal at the Rhode Island School of Design. Which I understand is a famous design school. Whatever that is.
Well, I’m not going to let that happen. I just took over his page or whatever it’s called on that Facebook thing and I figure I might as well take over this one, too. Boo would have wanted it that way.
The thing that made me do this is this photograph of Saunders. Here he is at some Book Club surrounded by female humans and taking credit for Boo’s book. As if.
I mean Saunders only took down what Boo told him to write. It’s just another example of humans exploiting cats for their own gain. Have they no shame? Anyway, I’m taking over for the late, great Boo.
And there’ll be some changes. No more cat videos that make us look stupid, for one. The other kind are OK I guess. And if you’ve got questions about cats, send them on. If they’re not too dumb, I’ll answer them. Maybe.
BTW, my name is Monster. But you can call me … Monster
Welcome to Nine Lives on the Street.
If you’ve read a book called Nine Lives on the Street, then you know all about me and how I came to live on the street. (Well, actually, a lot of streets.) And if you haven’t read it, you really should. Otherwise, this won’t make a lot of sense.
This is what humans call a “blog.” The nice humans who published the book suggested I have one. They thought you might want to send in questions about me, my friends, and cats in general.
I guess you could say I’m kind of an expert on cats, being one myself.
Oh, by the way, you can call me Boo.