Hello! They call me Mish Mish, the people who tend to my needs. It’s close enough to my real name which humans couldn’t possibly pronounce properly. Soon after I moved in with them, the woman took me to a veterinarian—quite against my will. The vet labeled me “an American Short-haired Cat.” What an insult! Couldn’t she tell from my lush, apricot fur and pert nose that I have Persian ancestry? Instead she lumped me with every average cat, like that one I live with. Peter, they call him, though I’ve heard that his original name was Pepe le Pew—much more appropriate in my opinion. Pepe claims Siamese roots, so obviously these humans don’t know much about us cats.
Reflections on life from MishMish, an apricot cat.
