Good evening, felinity assembled, Houston, all the Republic of Texas and beyond...
My name is Sneakers and I am the 9th Texian Tuxedo.
You may have heard of the Texian Tuxedo, if you are a feline of a certain age...
If you are a human most likely you are scratching your head in puzzlement, just as Daddy Kiril once did.
The stories are legion...and legend...you just have to know where to look to discover them.
So, even if you are a native Texan, don't feel bad.
I turned a year old last week and have done a lot of thinking about my future and just what being the first Texian Tuxedo in this, the 21st century, means.
My predecessors were all independent, curious, strong-willed and opinionated; storytellers, poets and passers on of news from the human and feline worlds wherever they went. None made their homes among humans, at least not permanently, always finding some reason to move on.
They actively engaged in helping their fellow felines in many ways as well.
I am the first to take up permanent residence as an indoor cat, as well as the first female.
The age of the internet, Daddy Kiril has explained to me, allows for those who use its tools, both human and animal blogger, to do things in ways their ancestors could never dream of doing.
After the events of yesterday Elvira told me it was time for me to share MY photos; She would wait to share hers when the moment, mention earlier, finally occurs.
I am learning to be all those things the lanyard describes, just as Nikita was and Elvira learned to be; She and daddy have taught me so much and helped me think about a lot of things.