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.
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.