Tell us a bit about yourself.
My humans named me Ash because of my fur color, but sometimes they call my Bad Ash Cat #badashcat because of my previous life before I found them and made them love me. I was stray until I was nine months old (according to the vet, but I don’t want to get into that, because that was almost as unpleasant as being a stray). I’ve been hit with water from hoses, I had worms and parasites, and someone shot me with a freaking BB gun. I still have a pellet in my back leg. But when I found my humans, I could tell there was something different about them. I camped out under their plants on their deck until they started feeding me. Once the food and water showed up on a daily basis, I knew they were hooked in my claws. I made friends with the pit bull, who let me tell you, loves to lick fur even more than I do, and that was that, they took me to vet, got me dewormed and de-parasited, spayed, and poked with a bunch of needles. But it wasn’t all bad, because after that I got to come inside the house and meet my brother Simon. (He’s another stray they took in, but I’m not going into that either, because this is all about me, not him.)
What is your favorite toy?
I have this round plastic flat thingy with a scratchy thingy in the middle and a ball that rolls around the outside. I could hit that ball for hours and often do just that. It’s cathartic.
What is your favorite food?
My human feeds me a strict Science Diet, but the youngest of the humans in the house gives me dental treat at night before he goes to bed. I really look forward to that crunchy little morsel.
Who is your author?
My human is author Renee George. She spends a lot of time in her easy chair. Which wouldn’t be bad if her lap wasn’t always full of that stupid laptop. I spend a lot of time supervising her from her desktop, and sometimes, I will join her on the chair for more one on one mentoring sessions.
What does your author write?
She writes paranormal romance and mysteries with humor, featuring strong female characters who love animals, even when they don’t have their own.
Where does your author write their stories?
In her office easy chair, but when it’s warm outside, she likes to write on her screened in porch.
What is the best thing about being an author pet?
She is freaking home ALL THE TIME. I love it. I’m never lonely or hungry. I make few noises, and she’s there to scratch my head or tummy. It’s awesome.
What is the hardest thing about being an author pet?
The few times she’s not at home, like when she goes to a conference. She leaves us with the male humans, and they’re great and all, but they are not her.
Where should readers go to read your author’s work?
http://www.romance-the-night.com or her lap. Either works.
What does a typical day in your author pet life look like?
My human gets up from bed, gets coffee, adds water to our drinking fountain, fills up the kibble, get to her desk. Me and my bro help her by chasing the floating arrow that flies across her screens while she checks her emails. After she does work at the desk on the big computer, she gets in her easy chair and watches a little TV while she cuddles us. Usually, Kona the pit bull joins the party at this time. You’d think my human’s lap wouldn’t be big enough for the three of us, but she manages. Josie, the crotchety old beagle that lives in the house, usually takes up her place on some pillows next to the chair. She sleeps a lot, so we leave her alone. After an hour of TV, my human sends us off her lap so she can replace us with that stupid laptop and begins to type.
My bro Simon and I make a playground out of the rest of the house while she works, so I’m not sure exactly what happens when we’re not in the room. Every once in a while things crash off shelves and tables, so my human will come out of the office to check to make sure we’re okay, you know, that the priceless bowl or cup full of tea or whatever hasn’t fallen on our heads. She yells at the objects for a little bit, just to make sure they don’t try to hit us again. She goes back to work after. Simon and I fall asleep on our cat tree in the late afternoon to her not so gentle typing (we sleep a lot), so I’m not really sure what she does during that time.
When the male humans come home, my author spends a lot of time in the kitchen area cooking up stuff that smells really good, but she never lets me eat. It’s one of the few things that I grudge about. She then watches TV in the living room with the oldest male until he goes to bed, and she starts writing again until she goes to bed. It’s pretty boring, but after nine months of hell on the streets, I like boring.
Is there anything else you’d like to add?
I’m very happy to be safe and in a home with humans who love me. My humans rock! Thanks so much, Whiskers. I think you have a pretty great human too.