I’m the first one. My name means “absolute tranquility of the soul.” It’s snobby, and I like it. I arrived one morning in Abdel’s car engine. I was 2 months old and wanted to travel. But I wasn’t in great shape; I had severe gum inflammation that prevented me from eating. Not even tuna. And I was starving. I went to the vet. I spent 3 days at the clinic. Horrible. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Luckily, I came home and discovered delicious wet food, toys, cozy cushions, and cuddles. By the way, I still managed to give ringworm to everyone. At first, we used to host cats on vacation. I don’t really like sharing, but some of them were quite nice. Then things got out of hand. Blutooth arrived. He prefers the garden, but he’s become my friend. Then Tina, who doesn’t talk to anyone, and her sister Nabuko, who wants to take my place as first lady. I can’t stand her, and the feeling is mutual. We even had a therapy session with Bettina, who knows how to talk to cats. Well. We had to make an effort. But I like to discreetly arrange for her to get scolded instead of me when there’s mischief to be punished… Then the little ones arrived. Then it was bottles day and night, no more naps possible. There were more and more of them. But what are all these female cats thinking, having babies and not taking care of them? Today, there are many of us in the house, even if some have gone to cat heaven. I’m writing this little note because I’m looking for volunteers to adopt my brothers and sisters and make some space for me…
