“’It’s only catnip, but I like it! like it, yes, I do. Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it I said can't you see that this old boy has been a lonely?’*^{With apologies to the Rolling Stones} Actually, I’m not an old boy. I’m only 1 or 2 years old. But I do like that catnip – like it so much that I’m using Catnip as my traveling name until you stop in and adopt me. I’m black and white and come with an abundance of fur, soft, fluffy, long fur.”

“I like toys. I like food. And I’m very curious. What is that? What is this? Is it tasty? Is it friendly? I’m friendly. Would you like to pet this luxurious fur? See how soft I am! I am noble and quiet. At the moment, I’m a bit bewildered. What happened? Why am I here? Do I want to be here? The food is good. But where are my people? My forever people who will love and cherish and maybe even worship me. My people who will cuddle me!”

“I know many things, and I think a lot. Just sit here and think. Sometimes, I figure out something startling. I invent things. I’d build them if you’d get me some CAD software and a 3D printer. Trust me – I only build peaceful things – plowshares, no swords. Until then, I shall keep my secret knowledge to myself. I will sit nobly in your windows and muse on life as it passes by.”

“Sure would like some toys – a Kickeroo or two – and some good food – turkey with gravy, perhaps – when I come down from my window perch. Sure would like for you to be my forever person, my forever people. I’ll be telling my forever people my forever name. Just $120 for all this fur and my fine mind, too. In the meantime, sure, it’s only catnip, but I like it!”