My name is Storm. I'm a 15 month old tortoise shell female cat. That makes me about 18 years old in human years. Still not old enough to drink in some places, but old enough to constantly get into mischief.

I live in a wonderful home with my parents, Eva and Bill. I know they are human but they brought me into their lives and they treat me like their own child. Sometimes that's a good thing and sometimes that's a not so good thing.

I also live with my Uncle Shadow. Aunt Phoenix passed away about six or so months ago. I didn't get to know her very well as she was sick with what they called diabetis. I call him Uncle Shadow, even though Eva and Bill, say he is my older brother. But he is 12 years old and that's like 64 years in human life, so he would be a really old brother. So Uncle Shadow it is.

My life is really good. I basically control the house and my parents make sure I always have fresh food, fresh water and a warm comfortable place to sleep.

I am typing this late at night because during the day, Eva or Bill usually have the iPad and they won't let me use the computer. Actually they would probably freak if they saw messing the iPad, but I always wipe my paw prints off when I'm finished, but I have a heck of a time plugging in the charger.

I keep hearing Dad say he should write stories about me, but he's usually spending time with Mom and when he writes, he writes poems about love and Ivory Soap, or something like that.
So, that leaves this task up to me. I will sneak on here as often as I can and tell you what's going on in my life. 

I'm Storm and this is my life as a cat.


Paw note : if you read this and like it, please vote and comment. Do you realize how hard it is to type with two paws. Thank you. Oops gotta go. Dad's coming.