Here I am in the library in one of my former residences (the humans have since moved us; the new residence is tolerable).
I like the scent books give off. I don't understand the fixation and attachment my humans seem to have for these rustly objects, though. Even if some books do smell interesting, like they have collected smells from all sorts of humans and places and even other animals, they are not edible and I can't see that they serve any purpose.
This is my official portrait and one I am well pleased with. It was taken by a human well known to my humans. I was a bit annoyed during the sitting because I was resting and the human kept poking its nose in my face, and I fear my annoyance shows a bit in my face. But I think it adds a regal, imperious air to my expression which well befits a royal feline.
This is me. The humans have provided a good choice of chairs for me to sit in. This is not my favourite chair or anything, but it's not bad.
