So it has come to my attention...
It has come to my attention that not everyone knows about James.
You know, that other guy.
So let's talk about cats. Cats that live in my house or on my property, that is.
Well we'll start with me on account of... Well... Well on account of my bein' the most important cat living 'round here, what with my bein' famous and all, and...
What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
NO, I am not infamous. I'm famous, I am. There's a big difference, you know.
Now where was I?
Oh yeah, I was talkin' about myself.
So there's me, of course. I, Seville the Cat, live here in this house. The famous - not infamous - world-renowned blogger and gentlecat nip farmer that I am.
Then there is Saffron.
You all know 'bout Saffron now, right? Saffron is my new brother who came to live with the peeps and me in early January.
Yes, he is a boy, even though Peepers gave him a girly girls' name. But you know the peep. She does that kinda thing.
Oh, and he's not orange. Too bad, really, on account of us orange dudes bein' so handsome and stuff. Not to mention, what with the spice saffron bein' orange and all, it might make you think Saffron was orange, too, but alas, he is dark charcoal grey.
The peep strikes again with the inappropriate names.
And now there is James.
So James showed up a few months after Saffron did. He, too, just like Saffron, is scared of the peeps and pretty much everyone and everythin' - includin' Saffron - but he does come for food on a regular basis. Sometimes more regular than others but you can count on him comin' for some soft mushy stuff 'bout once a day, five or six times a week.
And, just like Saffron, James is a boy.
'Course with Peepers and her namin' of cats, one never knows for sure.
But actually, I am pretty sure James is a boy AND I'm pretty sure he, like Saffy Saffers Saffron Sassafras, is gonna end up bein' my brother as well.
Once Peepers gains his trust, that is.
And when she does...
When she does, I'll have TWO brothers with whom to contend.
But back to the brass tacks of the matter here. Who, you ask, is James? What does he look like? From where did he come? That kinda thing.
Well he's a pretty big dude. Certainly wasn't lackin' for food as a baby. The guy's bigger than me, for a start. And he is always in formal attire.
No, he's not a penguin.
James is a tuxedo, my friends! Yup, always dressed up in his formal black and white threads like he's headin' to the cat prom, or somethin' like that.
As for from where he came, no one knows. He just appeared outta nowhere, one day. Right outta the blue!
Teleporation technology has not been ruled out, as of yet.
So there you have it, my friends. Now you know. Now you know all about James. At least as much as I know, that is.
Remember to mask up, too.