Hello, world. That's me as a 6 week old baby in my first home, deep in the Ozark mountains. It was 1982.

This was taken when I was quite a bit younger, about 9 or 10. We were in Texas then, and I had been the Matriarch of the cat family for a long time.

On another mountain, many years later in the house I loved. Of course, you can't see those things but you can see me on my purr-pad, about 14 years old.

This was taken on the mountain too. I was still a fine figure of a cat in those days!

In that same house, another of my favorite places to repose. I call this my last glamour shot. We won't say how old I was. Actually, I can't remember.

The trouble with being a mother cat is that you don't often get your picture taken alone! This is a nice one, though. I have my arm around my daughter.

Me at 17 in the house we live in now. Not bad for an old gal! This was last year while I was still...... er,.... somewhat full-figured.

I have some new pictures now:

This is November of 2000, and I am 18 years old now.




I am a pretty tired old lady most of the time!

A closeup of me, the Queen Mother, the Boss. I am even awake!

Thank you for coming to look at my pictures. I do love to have company!

Purrs,