My Mummy and Daddy
Mummy and Daddy are great. Mummy know where all the kitty treats and toys are. In fact she has the messiest kitty playroom (she calls it her sewing room) where much of my tangling, chewing and unravelling work is done.
Daddy is super. (That's him in the picture.) He lets me sit on his lap while he reads and tells me really interesting things about strange people and places. I just like being with him. He talks to me like a grownup which is great; after all, I will be three on my next birthday.

My Grumpy Sisters
Fermat and Pascal are my older sisters. They used to be more like I am but they tell me they are older and wiser now. They are still fun to chase and they can move really fast.
One of the good things for me is that they don't like each other very much, either, so I take some of the pressure off. They both like me better than they like each other and Mummy says I can be quite the little diplomat.
I also provide them with a regular exercise routine of playing 'chase the cat'. I bet you can guess who is the chaser, can't you?

Goodbye Fermat
My sister Fermat got very sick and Mummy had to take her to the veterinarian. He told her that my sister would just get sicker and that the kindest thing to do would be to euthanize her. Mummy cried a lot.

Daddy thought that the only way to help Mummy was to get a new kitten so I have a sister named Alix Housekatskaya. At first I didn't like her, but now we play a lot.