“Good day! I’m a young, classic, tabby girl with purpose and a mind of my own. I am graceful and talented – outstanding on a balance beam. I’m the cat you see perched on a stone wall or split-rail fence in a folk art painting. I know where I’m going and what I’m doing. Where I hope I’m going is to your place where I will pose on the stair rail or the windowsill and look highly intelligent – because I am.”

“I’m Tahiti, just because I seem to cause people to think about warm, sunny, very green places with beaches. I understand such thoughts are peaceful and relaxing for people. I am happy to provide peace and relaxation. As for me – and most of my feline pals – we’d like a big spot of sun on a soft rug, somewhere close to wherever to keep the cat food. That would be peace!”

“I will talk to you of cat things. Cat things are not necessarily people things. We have our priorities, too. Food is at the top of the list. Toys that indulge our fantasies of ourselves as mighty hunters. Soft beds. Cuddly humans. Laps. Composing sonatas. Ha! Caught you on that one, didn’t I? Cats compose sonatas. What – you didn’t know Mozart was a Cat?”

“I have been watching the circus down below; I might like to join it. I bet I could pounce that girl with the toe tufts more gracefully than those scruffy boys! But I have places to go and things to do and rustling through tunnels is just not on my list. At least not today.”

“Today, finding my real forever people is at the top of the list. They say you, my people, need to come here and find me. I’d like that. You will pet me on my little tabby woman head and say, ‘Awww….you’re a sweet girl, Tahiti!’ And I will say, ‘Brrp! Brrp!’ And you will offer the innkeepers $120 for my days of rest. And we will, because I say it, live happily ever after!”