Buddy The Wonder Cat here.

You’re probably wondering what I’m doing on a website that’s usually all about dogs. It was Mama’s idea; I was just sitting on our desk helping her work and she told me I was in the way. Now if you’ve ever lived with a cat, you know we never get in the way—we’re always right where we want to be. And where I wanted to be was in front of the computer, and she kept trying to see around me.

Anyway, that’s how I got here. Mama thinks readers—that means you, right?—should get to know me, on account of her adding a cat to the story we’re writing. Well, when she put it that way, how could I refuse? I know she’s mentioned me before, but since she sometimes leaves out the good stuff, I decided to help her out and answer a few questions.

Q: How did you get your name?

Well, Mama says I’m called Buddy The Wonder Cat because it’s a wonder I’m still alive. Between us, I’ve probably used up some of those nine lives I’m supposed to have. Like the time I went exploring and got tangled in the brambles and couldn’t get out. And once, I found myself on the wrong side of the fence in a yard with a big Pit Bull. The dog was way more scared than I was—that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it—but I admit I was happy when Mama showed up!

Q:  What’s a typical day like for you? 

Let’s see…my day starts about oh-dark-early, unless it’s raining with thunder. When that happens, I stay in bed with Mama so she doesn’t get scared. After breakfast, I let Mama toss Greenies for me to chase before I go outside. I consider it my solemn duty to stalk the birds in my forsythia bush and make sure critters aren’t lurking under the storage shed. Then it’s time to help Dad in the garden. (He seems to think eating vegetables is good for you. All I can say is yuck!) After that, I’ll squeeze in a short snooze—have to keep up my strength, you know—before I go help Mama work on our book. Between you and me, she’d never get anything written if I’m not there to keep her on track.

Q: Those critters you mentioned—are they a problem?

Not for me. I dig up the moles and carry them into the house to Mama. Once, I accidentally-on-purpose dropped one in the dog’s bed—that was fun! And now that Mama’s home all day, I can show her what a good critter-hunter I am. So far this summer I gave her five moles, seven snakes, and a whole bunch of lizards. (Did you know if you bite off a lizard’s tail they’ll just grow another one? That’s what Dad said. Mama wasn’t impressed.)

Q: Do you have any unique interests?

Has Mama ever mentioned my string collection? Doesn’t matter what kind of string it is; if I like it, I’ll add it to my collection. I hate to eat alone, so I keep them all in my kibble dish. I’m very particular about the way I eat and the way my strings are placed in the dish, by the way. It took some time but I think I’ve finally trained everyone in the house to leave my stuff alone (except of course when Mama washes my dishes).

Oh, and I have a dog of my own, but I let Mama think it’s hers. I know she’s told you all about Sasha, who’s actually pretty cool—for a dog.

When it’s TV time, I claim Mama’s lap to watch Midsomer Murders, Death in Paradise, and Brokenwood. Father Brown’s usually interesting, too. And definitely Wheel of Fortune; I can’t spell but I like watching that wheel go round. Not a big sports fan, unless it’s the World Cup or Westminster Kennel Club show. I watch that every year, even though my dog sleeps right through it.

Anything else you’d like to share? 

Don’t tell Mama, but this writing stuff seems pretty easy. I’ve been working on a book of my own; it’s called The Secret World of Me. I can’t tell you about it because then it wouldn’t be a secret. But you can find a few  tidbits about my story in the book Mama and I are writing now.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I hear a nap calling.