Let's Set Some Ground Rules

You may not pick me up. Ever. You may stroke my back if I come to you. I will sleep anywhere I want, so don't close any doors I may want to venture through. You will call me Cali, as that was the name my previous humans gave me, and I may acknowledge it as I see fit. You will keep my food and water bowl full at all times, and I will eat peckishly on my own time schedule.

This will be the last time I pose for a picture.

Also, I demand you do something about that yappy dog downstairs. I simply will not tolerate being in the same room, much less, the same floor as that stupid over excited puff of white fur. When it calms down, I will grace you with my presence. Now, be gone. I must rest.