The Vanity and Monsters in my House.

To those who replied to my last post:

Aunt Chris: Thank you, I enjoy being loved. When will you be bringing more treats?

Aunt Christine H: Why yes, I am rather cute. 

Mistress Kohana has a vanity table in the bedroom where she keeps all manner of lovely things.  Some things smell awful, some interesting, and some very nice. Mostly, I enjoy laying atop it, preventing her from putting on her make up or dishing out the nightly round of pills, so she can worship me. I've even taken a liking to being especially pampered with makeup- although Mistress Kohana only leaves it on me a few moments- not sure why, I look fabulous. I love the feeling of her make up brushes and even have one of my very own. I have also claimed a purple comb that is used to brush my beautiful fur. When no one is looking, I sometimes steal one of those pins my Mistresses put in their hair, or the round stretchy things that holds them up. They make the best toys as do the Q-tips. 

Gentle readers, there is something amiss in my house. My Mistresses have been in deliberation about me getting a little brother or sister. I have, as of yet, to see them produce such a thing. But more worrisome is that monsters seem to have moved in. In fact, I rather think they have taken up residence in my Mistresses. I try to take care of them, since they are sick, by keeping my distance, by making sure that no foul outside creature or human crosses our paito unchecked. But how am I to protect against foes within my own walls? The Mistresses cough and then the monsters rage, making them cough up some vile green goo or spit. It is disgusting and the noises are awful. I simply refuse to get close or give them attention until they dispel those creatures within. 

Thoughts on nicknames...

When the Mistresses bought a new couch and ottoman, the ottoman is mine.

Meow, 

There seems to be a running trend among my Mistress' family and friends of giving me nicknames. Mistress Amanda's father called me "Narcisa A. Frog" because I do what any self respecting cat does which is to pounce on prey. Mistress Amanda calls me "Cisa" and "Cisal". She's damaged that one. Mistress Kohana also calls me "Cisa" and sometimes "Narcisa-bat" or "Cisa-bat" To say she has issues would be insufficient. Do I look like a bat to you? 

The shortening of my name to "Cisa" seems to have stuck. Aunt Rachel calls me "Cisa-Lee" and Aunt Tsuki calls me "Cisa-B" or "Cisa-Bianca" when she's really annoyed. Where she came up with BiancaI will never know. Aunt Chris, who thankfully doesn't believe I get nearly enough treats, just calls me "Cisa". 

But why, gentle readers, why? What is the point of a name if no one uses it correctly? What is the point of a nickname if no one can agree on the right one or even what animal you are? 

Thoughts?

Purrs and blessings, 

Narcisa.