Olivia

Look what's on the menu - a really tasty dish! I'm talking about the smoked tuna, of course, what were you thinking? It's one of my favourites; I'm not really into macadamia nuts or olives, which they specialize in, here at The Olive Station. This is quite a cool place to hang out, always lots happening, people coming and going, plenty of snacks, and music and dancing some evenings, when I get to sit right on the stage. I just love my music, especially a bit of live blues dub, when I can really get down, but the Lebanese evenings with belly dancing are my personal favourites. You can read all about my fun lifestyle in the book .

Sylvester

Roxy, our blog-mistress, better watch out what she says about gentleman cats if she wants us to blog for her! Stop being catty, now. Thomas can't help it if he's famous - the rest of us just haven't been discovered yet. Mind you, it's easy to remain unrecognised and incognito if we spend our life in a stable, but what can I say, hay, it's fun mucking around in a pile of it and some of my best friends are horses.If you don't believe me, take a look at the picture. It's a true story and don't ask how I got up there, that's a secret. All I'll say is that it was quicker getting down than up,but personally I would have preferred a more elegant way, even if I did land on all fours.

A purr from your webmistress...

Oh good grief - our own superstar. Thomas, if you were a girl I'd call you a Diva. Ha ha. I don't think I'm going to let you blog again, this fame thing is going to your head. If people want to know more about your fabulous life they're going to have to buy the book and read about it.

Thomas O'Malley

Wax lyrical? What sort of catspeak is that? Good grief but the blogmistress likes to show off her command of the language. How do you like that, Cleo? You who live in a library and are a cat of words. Must be irritating. Anyway I thought I'd just introduce myself and show you that there are a few boys around, in case you were under the impression this site was all about girls. I'm O'Malley. Thomas O'Malley. As in Bond, James Bond. We have something in common you know, both stars of the silver screen. Ok so I haven't yet been in a 007 movie but there's always the chance. I've done some film work and it's just a matter of being discovered and offered an outrageous fee for that big one. I've already starred alongside some beautiful women (eat your heart out James) but I'm "resting" between gigs at the moment. If I'm not hanging around a film set I'm appearing at cat shows and collecting tropies and ribbons to add to my extensive collection. It's a busy life. You can read the whole story in the book.

Roxy

Did you read Cleo's blog? What a fish face! Girlfriend, I know your fondness for sushi so don't try and pull that story. How many goldfish were in that bowl when you moved in? Huh? I'm discovering it's quite a job to keep control of this mog blog, really tiring, so I'm just popping in to check on things and then I must scuttle off for my pre-afternoon snack nap. That's the one before the one before the one before the pre-crepuscular-sortie one. Catchya later. I'm sure somebody will pop in to wax lyrical and entertain you in the meantime. Maybe Sylvester. Or Thomas. Perhaps even Olivia.

Cleo

Woops, caught in the act. They say you have only one chance at a first

impression and this is not really the first one I'd like you to have of me! I'm actually a very well read person, quite bookish, and I live in a library. This image may be construed as a weak moment but in fact I was merely checking on the status of the fishy inmates, who had been tapping on the side of their bowl as if to say "feed me". So you think it's boring living in a library? How can you say that? Being into literature I couldn't ask for a finer home - I have thousands of books to read, I started at A, a very good place to start, and am working my way through to Z, a very good place to end. If I last that long I will know a little bit about everything there is to know about, something to look forward to. I also have so many acquaintances here that it beats living in a "normal" home. There's always someone to talk to and I'm very spoilt and loved by the staff. Plus my own story is going to feature in the book - that's something to look forward to.

Roxy

Welcome back to Pawtraits! In my first post I was about to tell you about my little road trip when I was rudely interrupted by Emma, who's been sleeping under rose bushes too many times and therefore views life through tinted glasses, but I won't get too irritated, after all she's the purrveyor of our secret stash of you know what, so we all need to keep in her good books. Books? That reminds me - this is part of a collection of stories and one day you'll be able to buy the book and read the "true" stories.

Emma

Hey, it's MY TURN! Shame, it must have been dead boring living in a graveyard, but she's moved on and living the high life now and she can tell you all about it some other time. Me myself, Emma, my life is a bed of roses because I reside at a plant nursery, where catnip, a herb much sought after as a relaxant, to put it mildly, is free for the taking. Yes I have experimented with it (you don't want too much information about that now), and word got out, so I do a little sideline business supplying certain other individuals on this site when they feel a need coming on. With the proviso that they DO NOT BLOG while under the influence, but do they listen to me? You can be the judge of that when you read some of the drivel they post. Easy to tell who the users are.

Roxy

In my early days I was known as The Cemetery Cat. Ghoulish? Not a bit of it. It was home. I was born there so didn't know anywhere else. Gravestones, headstones, it was all the same to me, a slab to call my own. The dead centre of town. The company was a bit dull but I didn't notice until my mate Stan, who got out and about and was pretty streetwise, invited me along one moonlight night to check out the neighbourhood. Come on, he coaxed, you'll see a whole other side of life - there are real live people out there. People who live and party and people who love cats. Alright, some of them like dogs, but we'll give those a miss. So I jumped down off Ian McTaverty's piece of granite and followed Stan, up and over the wall into the street. In the distance I could see the twinkle of lights. Those are houses, said Stan knowingly. Follow me, there's one where the kitchen window is always open...

Yikes, it's exhausting work setting up a blog! I'm off to find a different kind of laptop, one that isn't busy with book or newspaper, and have a little catnap. Tomorrow I'll tell you a bit more about Pawtraits and maybe you'll be lucky enough to see a real oil painting of me.