Hello ladies, mommy said, I should introduce myself. I’m Jules. I’m a boy and my name is pronounced the French way. Like Jules Verne, you know. I got adopted on mommy’s birthday, almost two weeks ago. She didn’t know she would meet me that day, neither did I. It was not planned, that mommy and daddy would adopt another cat but I was looking for a home and so it just happened. I’m so happy to have a family again. Mom thinks I’m about 7 weeks old now. I don’t know because I can’t count yet.
Mommy has taken lots of pictures of me. At first they all were blurry. Then she remembered that there is a “sports” setting on her camera – for fast moving objects. That would be me. Very fast, ha. Often enough I’m still too fast, even for that mode. Mom said, if I’d like to become a cat model, I’d have to learn to hold a pose a little bit longer than a nanosecond – whatever that is. I don’t think I wanna be a model. I’d rather be a fisherman when I’m grown up or a butcher maybe. Then I could have fish or steak whenever I want. Sounds like a great plan. I gotta remember that.
Mommy says, I’m a kleptomanicat. I did not only steal her and daddy’s heart but I also frequently snatch her trims, fibers and doilies and take them to other places where I like to play with them. She’s never mad of me though because I’m so cute.
She also says that my teeth are sharp as needles. Wouldn’t that make me a good helper in her studio? I could sew with my teeth. Mom is not convinced yet. I try to help anyway. Here you see me offering to get something for her out of a drawer.
When I don’t play, eat or try to be a good assistant, I just sleep. Here is a picture of me while I’m taking a nap in my favorite basket.
I often fall asleep on other places as well. Like here on the sofa.
Here I took a moment to relax after I had played for an hour. Auntie Dorthe, I swear my paws were totally clean when I sat on your fairy doll’s dress.
I hope I’ll get along with my step brothers one day. They don’t like me yet. There’s that old guy Cecil. He thinks he’s just fluffy, I think he’s real big. I don’t take it personal though that he doesn’t like me. He doesn’t get along with anything that has more than two legs. Except for chairs and tables maybe.
Then there’s Barney. He always hisses at me when he sees me and makes scary noises. Doesn’t he know that I’m cute?
The dogs are not allowed to come close. They could think I’m a snack. Especially that Baxter guy. He always chases the neighbor's chickens. I don’t think I look like a chicken but who knows what Baxter thinks I am. I’m not allowed to go in the garden yet anyway. There is an owl showing up every day and mommy says that I’d be a yummy lunch or dinner for that bird. I love to eat but I for sure wouldn’t like to be eaten. There are less dangerous animals in the garden as well though. They’re called turtles. Mommy showed me pictures of them. She seems to be excited, each time she sees one. I’m pretty sure those guys are boring and not very playful. Mom probably likes them because they don’t move so fast when she wants to take a picture.
Mommy asked me to show you some gifts she had recently received. Her dear friend Liz had sent some very beautiful vintage laces and an owl card. From what I’ve heard about owls, the card scares me a bit but mommy thinks it’s so lovely. She doesn’t let me play with the lace. Bummer!
Dear auntie Dorthe had sent a fabulous card with a paper doll that wears a pretty tulle skirt. I’d love to play with the skirt or the flowers in the doll’s hair but I’m not allowed. Humph!
Another gift came from her dear friend Martina. She had created a lovely canvas with a charlotte doll. Mommy said the background has lots of great texture. I don’t know what that means. Is that something to play with? She doesn’t let me find out. This is just not fair. When I get a package one day, I won’t let her play with anything that’s in there, ha.
Mommy thanks the lovely ladies very much for sending such wonderful gifts.
It was so nice meeting you all. I’m a bit tired now and have to take a little nap.
Bye, buy and MEOW from here …