Tell us a bit about yourself.
Sir ToeJam Roach-slayer and Gecko hunter. At least, that’s what my mom calls me. Most of the time. Sometimes she calls me her little man, sometimes she calls me a brat. When I’m in trouble, she calls me a psychopath. But mostly she calls me TJ. I love chasing the small flying things that come in the house, the things that stick on walls, sitting on mom, trips outside in my harness and terrorizing the dog.
What is your favorite toy?
There was a small plastic thing I used to chase around the house. Mom called it a peg from a game called ‘Mastermind’. When we changed houses I wasn’t able to find it anymore. So these days my favorite toys are small foam balls and the clods of dirt that the dog brings in on her feet.
What is your favorite food?
Anything mom is eating.
Who is your author?
K. Stevens
What does your author write?
Fantasy, I think. At least, that’s what she tells me when she’s trying to shuffle me off her computer.
Where does your author write their stories?
Everywhere; her desk, the couch, bed, all the tables, on the beanbag, on me when I won’t move…
What is the best thing about being an author pet?
Mom is home all day to take care of me and love me and pay attention to me.
What is the hardest thing about being an author pet?
Mom doesn’t pay attention to me when I want it.
Where should readers go to read your author’s work?
Online. She stresses about not having much of her work out there. She’s got a ‘blog’ thing that she keeps talking about. I think some of her work is on this place, too: https://ekstevens.weebly.com/short-stories-and-other-nonsense.html
What does a typical day in your author pet life look like?
I sleep on mom’s bed until the sun comes up. Then I run off as soon as she moves and wait in the hallway for her to get up. Sometimes I have to remind her to feed me and my brothers our wet food. She tries telling me I have dry food out all night, but I always argue that I need wet food too. I’m not convinced I don’t need the wet food. Then I follow her around the house until she picks her spot to work or leaves for the day. I settle myself in for naps –sometimes scoring a spot right on top of her — and sleep all day unless she goes into the kitchen or another room or comes back. Eventually she settles down and turns on the giant box in the wall, and I play nice so I can get some of her dinner food. She winds down until it’s bedtime, and I pick a nice warm spot to snuggle down in.
Is there anything else you’d like to add?
I am the king of everything unless there is a storm. Then I have to find mom and make sure she’s ok. Other than that, mom can call me her little brat all she wants. I know she loves me by how well she takes care of me and how much snuggle time I get. Which is why I’m the king of everything, no matter what my brother says.
