A Cat Named Smores

29/09/2025

(As Told by Me, Jack, the Storyteller Cat) So, I had this genius idea. Brilliant, really. Why should humans have all the fun with shipping accounts? If I had my own FedEx account, life outside my window would finally be interesting. Vans, boxes, hustle, bustle—movement everywhere! Way better than just watching squirrels play tag. And since I have my very own computer now (don’t ask where it came from—it just appeared, okay?), I could do it all myself....

(As Told by Me, Jack, the Storyteller Cat)So, I had this genius idea. Brilliant, really. Why should humans have all the fun with shipping accounts? If I had my own FedEx account, life outside my wi…

27/09/2025

Happy Caturday, everypawdy! 🐾 The Lady of the Manor has retreated to her chambers (finally!), which means I, Sir Jack of the Garden Realm, am free to roam my kingdom… well, as far as the screened-in back porch allows. At last—fresh air and no rules! The grass beneath my paws (all right, my imagination is very powerful), the sun warming my sleek fur—it feels as though I’ve escaped some dreadful tale of confinement....

Happy Caturday, everypawdy! 🐾 The Lady of the Manor has retreated to her chambers (finally!), which means I, Sir Jack of the Garden Realm, am free to roam my kingdom… well, as far as the screened-i…

25/09/2025

Do you know what’s just around the corner? WEEKEND! ✨ With one good stretch I can almost touch it… oh yes, I see it already! 🐾😻 Com o Fim-de-Semana à Porta Sabem o que está mesmo aí ao virar da esquina? O FIM-DE-SEMANA! ✨ Com um bom alongamento quase que lhe toco… oh sim, já o vejo! 🐾😻...

Do you know what’s just around the corner? WEEKEND! ✨ With one good stretch I can almost touch it… oh yes, I see it already! 🐾😻 Com o Fim-de-Semana à Porta Sabem o que está mesmo aí ao virar da esq…

23/09/2025

My dearest friends, I may… possibly… be in trouble. Mom did not seem thrilled with me after today’s little adventure, but honestly—shouldn’t she know me by now? I always know what I’m doing. A diva never strays without purpose. Still, let me rewind. Yesterday was supposed to be glorious: Mom with her sunshine rituals, me with my freedom parade. She went to soak up her vitamin D, and I prepared for my most important duty—my perimeter check....

My dearest friends, I may… possibly… be in trouble. Mom did not seem thrilled with me after today’s little adventure, but honestly—shouldn’t she know me by now? I always know what I’m doing. A diva…

22/09/2025

Smores and Fall

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21/09/2025

The Cat Behind the Camera

Hello friends, Jack here! 🐾

You may know me as the dash-around-the-house, toy-chasing, stair-climbing specialist… but lately, I’ve decided to add a new skill to my whiskers. Photography! 📸

I know, I know… you’re thinking, “But Jack, aren’t you usually in the photos?” True! But hear me out. Smores, my diva housemate, loves the spotlight. She poses with all the grace of a queen, every whisker in place, every paw perfectly positioned. And me? Well, I’m usually a blur of zoomies or a shadow slipping out of frame.

So I thought—what if I become the cat behind the lens? Not only will this complete my résumé as a cat influencer, but it might also bring me closer to Smores. After all, what better way to win her heart than to capture her beauty, her sunlit naps, and her magical poses?

Sure, my paws aren’t exactly made for holding cameras, but I’ve got creativity on my side—and a hooman who can help press the buttons. Together, we’ll chase the light, capture the magic, and maybe… just maybe… build a bridge between the Cat Diva and me.

So stay tuned, friends. Jack the Photographer is just getting started. 🐾✨
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20/09/2025

I was sleeping. Peacefully. Elegantly, I might add. Curled in my usual spot, exactly 6.5 inches from the edge of the bed—my side of the bed, not Jack’s imaginary AirB&B corner—I was halfway through a very promising dream involving a sunbeam and a bowl of shredded roast chicken. And then... She moved. At first, I assumed it was a stretch. Humans toss....

I was sleeping. Peacefully. Elegantly, I might add.Curled in my usual spot, exactly 6.5 inches from the edge of the bed—my side of the bed, not Jack’s imaginary AirB&B corner—I was halfway thro…

19/09/2025

Smores told me Mommy had a rough night. I wasn’t there.I wish I had been. You see, I excel at cuddles. It's a talent. Some cats climb curtains, some knock over vases—me? I specialize in being the warm spot on the bed you didn’t know you needed. Now, Smores… she's more of an “independent spirit.” You know the type. Sunbeam seeker....

Smores told me Mommy had a rough night.I wasn’t there.I wish I had been.You see, I excel at cuddles. It’s a talent. Some cats climb curtains, some knock over vases—me? I specialize in being t…

18/09/2025

Yesterday evening felt just like the good old days. I was outside, the world wide open before me, chasing little bursts of adventure while she kept a gentle eye on me, making sure I didn’t wander too far. The weather was pure perfection—not too hot, not too cold—just a soft golden balance under a sky painted blue. And as the sun began whispering its goodnights, already preparing for tomorrow, I felt wrapped in the sweetest kind of magic....

Yesterday evening felt just like the good old days. I was outside, the world wide open before me, chasing little bursts of adventure while she kept a gentle eye on me, making sure I didn’t wander t…

15/09/2025

(As told by Jack, the Storyteller Cat) My dear friends, you all know by now that I carry upon my whiskers the Herculean task of one day conquering Smores’ heart—or, at the very least, negotiating a peace treaty that allows me to share a sunbeam or two in her esteemed presence. I am not confrontational. No, no. A gentleman does not duel unless truly obliged....

(As told by Jack, the Storyteller Cat) My dear friends, you all know by now that I carry upon my whiskers the Herculean task of one day conquering Smores’ heart—or, at the very least, negotiating a…

14/09/2025

I honestly don’t know how Mommy ever survived without me for so long. Truly, the only explanation is that she had other cats along the way—plus, of course, Smores the Diva (though don’t get me started on her privileged breakfast routine). So here’s what happened today: Mommy had her breakfast outside with Smores (not that I’m the tiniest bit sour about it—ahem)....

I honestly don’t know how Mommy ever survived without me for so long. Truly, the only explanation is that she had other cats along the way—plus, of course, Smores the Diva (though don’t get me star…