I'm about two months old. On Sunday, I wandered into the house of a human who swore she didn't like cats. I fell in love with her sofa; it's so comfortable, and I sleep so well there, especially after living on the street. She felt sorry for me because I'm still a baby and let me sleep all afternoon. She gave me food and water, but I wasn't feeling very well. I wasn't in a good mood and had very little appetite. That night it rained, and she let me stay at her house. She was scared because I didn't want to eat. She made me drink water and very patiently insisted that I eat. I felt sorry for her; she's so pathetic, so I ate to get her to stop her drama. It feels good to live in a house where I'm petted, given food and water. I feel so much better. I like to play. My enemies are a small cardboard cone and a knitted scarf. I like to sunbathe; it's nice. I also like to sleep on my human's lap. She gets upset if I poop or pee on the floor, but I ignore her; I don't care what she says. She also gets upset if I want to scratch the furniture; she's so annoying and won't let me do anything. Little by little, I'll convince her that I'm the boss.