Je M'Appelle Danté

I do not travel far, but I know of many special places. I can leap three times my length, but only under special conditions. I prefer to eat a melange of animal products, but only from a pouch, and only when I'm satisfied that I have taken part in the hunt. Did you know that my grandfather was a proud mountain cat of Tunisia?

My humans leave me often; I do not know where they go. I suspect I would not like it there, but I am not sure, lacking experience. When they are gone, a lady who smells like 87 cats comes to feed me. It is fine, but I miss the hunt. She's all business. Sometimes, a lanky, odd human comes. He sleeps here. He is satisfactory, because he doesn't smell like 87 cats, but when I bring him my prey, he does not respond, possibly because it is dark outside, but that is the best time to track prey. I worry about my humans; when they are not here I cannot sleep on their faces, which prevents them from freezing to death.

I will wait. They will return soon. If there is justice in this universe, they will come back as me.