Depending on how much of a cat person you are, your reaction to this website may have been either “Not another cat blog!” or “Another cat blog! Love it!”.
My name is Texas and my human, that goes by the name of Carine, is definitely a cat person. So she helps me run this blog, as my time is often busy, between napping, playing and eating, little time is left for the Internet.
I was born somewhere in France, on April 4, 2006. I don’t know where exactly. Neither does my human. She often says she wished she had known my mother and father. I don’t know why exactly. I don’t remember my mother too well actually. I was taken from her when I was a kitten.
My human’s husband bought me in a pet store in Paris, sur les quais de la Seine (sounds chic, isn’t it?). I was my human’s birthday gift. She chose me though. It was love at first sight. Well almost.
Sometimes she reminds me of how the shop assistant introduced me as “le p’tit catcheur de la bande”, in English “the little wrestler in the group” of cats she had to sell. Sometimes I bite, true.
Well, I have character she says. You bet I have. I’m not any other cat, after all. I’m Texas, the former cat from Paris, now the cat from New York.
I live somewhere in the suburbs of New York with my human, her husband, my half-brother and my half-sister. My human kept on calling her husband’s cats my half-brothers. I don’t understand why. They stole my food and toys all the time yet refused to play with me. Oh well.
Unfortunately, only one of them is still with us now, and that’s Milou. Grouik has gone to the Rainbow Bridge.
But the humans adopted a kitten, Kitshka, and I can finally play with a furry friend!
Hope you like my little Internet blog and that it makes you smile. If you have questions you can send them to me at texas.cat.in.ny-at-gmail.com.
Thanks for stopping by :-)
Have a feline day!
(Updated: August 14, 2012)