moonvoice | Photo/s of the day.

Everything about me is wild.

This is my Kong, Pia keeps saying she'll throw it out, but she hasn't yet. I am killing it good.

Pia's foot twitched.

Moet looks relaxed. I should get him.

My hammock on the cat tower is getting too big for me, so sometimes I vindictively chew it. But right now I will stand in front of it, lamenting that I am getting bigger.

Sometimes we all don't think I belong in a house. I belong in the wild. In the hunt. But I am an Inside Cat. Anyway, wherever I go, the hunt goes with me.

Pia goes on safari in her own home. Here I am, barely replete, wondering if she's worthy prey. Or maybe I'm just wondering if it's worth getting up from this sunspot to get pats in another sunspot.

It's worth hunting everything. No matter what it is.

Even the underside of the table deserves to die.

Don't pretend to know me. I have secrets.

One of those secrets is Moet.

I am Moet and these are my back paws. They are very clean. Sometimes Pia tickles them, and I sigh and she laughs so hard it's like she's tickling herself.

Here I am half in the sun, and half in the shade, but you can only see the shade. The sun is my best friend. I can meow to roll around in the sun, on the sand outside, for hours. It's very annoying. I have been told I sound like I'm dying in anguish. They do not understand that I AM. It is important to roll around in the sand in the sun.

Because I am a Sand Tiger. Come on, you know it too. I am also your friend, if you'll respect me.