I spend my whole day with my author as she writes. I work hard, nap hard, and purr loudly to ensure she keeps writing. It’s a lot of quality time. I need to connect with other family members in our downtime. Cat dad is so wonderful. He pets me, massages my paws, and gets up and plays with me in the middle of the night. I need to show my appreciation for cat dad by keeping our playtime ours.

During our nighttime quality time, I bring him a toy. Usually, it is one of my pink foam balls. I love to carry it in my paw. It bounces really high, and it’s super light.

Night is the best time because all my brothers are napping so none of them get in the way. Sometimes cat dad even puts them in a room if they wake up so we can have uninterrupted playtime.

Playing with this toy hones my agility and gives me a reason to race about the house at top speed. A lady doesn’t race without good reason. Unlike my brothers, who are always yowling and running into random rooms for no reason at all.
If you want to chase these toys about the house like me, you should get the same kind I do. They are the Catit brand foam balls. But only use the pink ones. Those are the only ones that I use because they are my favorite. They also bounce higher than the other colors. I’m certain of it.

My favorite colors are pink, black, and white. Why? Because those are the colors of my coat and my bean toes.
Make sure all your toys, carrier, pet bed, and everything else is pink if you want to be like me. If you don’t, that’s okay because we all like different things. The toy foam balls come in different colors so you don’t need to fret.

Sometimes, you just need the perfect pet bed to nap in. Something soft and comforting, like a hug. My pet bed is circular and pink with a brown leopard print interior. I didn’t have the heart to tell my author and cat dad that I am not a leopard, nor do I have a coat like theirs. But the pet bed is still wonderful.

I’m not always sure what goes through my author and cat dad’s minds. Do they think me a leopard? I am flattered, but a leopard is not a house pet. They should be in the wild with lots of water to swim through, prey to hunt, trees to climb, and the great outdoors to roam. They would not do well in a human home, nor make good author cats. They don’t have the same understanding of humans that us author pets do.

While the wild calls, I am no leopard. But sleeping in my bed reminds me of the love of my humans, and how they think of me as their house leopard.

There’s nothing better than curling up in bed with a good book, and this is the perfect bed to do it in. Its bolstered sides allow me to prop a book up so my paws and arms don’t tire holding their heavy pages. Its middle was likely custom made for me.

I’m not sure where my author and cat dad got the bed, and I’ve been told it is a discontinued product. You won’t be able to have a bed exactly like me, but some of these might work. Just remember to always pick the pink option.

Sometimes, the food bowl is empty. This is the worst possible thing that can happen to an author cat. And it happens a lot. The bowl is empty almost the entire day. It is only full about two times. Those are the two times of my day that I live for. Aside from my author pet duties and napping, of course.

But presentation is very important. When food is being served, it must look beautiful, appetizing, and luxurious. It must also smell delicious, be the right temperature, be the right color, and taste amazing. All of those smells, temperature, appearance, taste can be enhanced by the right pet bowl.

My favorite is my pink bowl. It’s in my favorite color, pink. It’s ceramic which maintains the food at a perfect temperature and adds a sense of quality to a meal. It has words on the outside alongside white and black designs, my other two favorite colors.

This Whisker City® Paris cat bowl also has a matching saucer, which I have as well.

My food bowl is dishwasher safe, so it’s sparkling clean for each meal. It’s also heavy enough that it doesn’t slide around when I eat. Not that I would push it about like my brothers anyway, I’m more couth than that. They rush their meals.

I delicately nibble each morsel, careful not to make a mess. Sometimes I do pull my food out of the bowl, but those are moments when I am doing quality control. A necessary uncouth behavior to ensure quality of the meal.

Since my author pet and cat dad are so dedicated, and I have IBD, I get special food which is always up to my standards. Each morsel is tender and flavorful.

My biggest problem is that for about the hour before I’m fed, I start to get hangry. I admit, I’m not at my best and may swipe at any of my brothers should they come near me with their irritating presence. As a result, I get an hour of just me time in one of the bedrooms to meditate and prepare myself for my meal. I honor Bast during this time with a silent prayer for a full bowl in a pink dish.

My next biggest problem is my love affair with carbs. I love rice cakes, crackers, potato chips, crunchy dry food… but I never get any unless I use all my skills to steal and steal some from the author and cat dad. Sometimes the call of the carb is just too powerful for my self-control, and I risk their displeasure for those tempting carbs. I know they are bad for me, and make me unwell after, but we all have our vices.

If you’re looking for a good, pink pet bowl here are few options:

I mentioned earlier in my post about my bacon catnip toy that I love the aesthetic experience of crinkle toys. This favorite crinkle fish thing of mine isn’t pink. Shocking, I know. It’s cream colored with blue stripes and blue felt eyes. I can excuse my author for not knowing my favorite color at the time she bought it. We had only just met.

It is fun, comforting, exciting, and it crinkles. It’s a crinkle fish. Similar to those crinkle bags or crinkle tunnels for cats, this well-loved crinkle fish offers me hours of play time.

Whenever I see my fish, I bound towards it and launch myself at it. It makes a satisfying crumply crunchy noise when I land, and it skids across the hard floors. I’ve gotten as far as two meters from start to end point. It was the best slide ever.

This is one of those very old toys we all keep well into our adult years because of the nostalgia it offers us. I got this as my second toy after I adopted my author.

Back then, I was not quite sure I had made the right choice. I didn’t realize there was going to be another cat in the house. We learned to tolerate each other pretty quickly though. I curled up in this crinkle fish on the first day my author placed it in front of me.

It was the final selling point for staying, and it has given me years of reliable joy. My author and cat dad will use dangler toys and poke and wriggle it inside. It engages my hunting senses as I have to use my hearing, eyes, and other senses to carefully estimate where the toy is before I pounce.

Sometimes my author and cat dad toss toys into it. I get the added pleasure of chasing the toys, the crinkle noise as my paws land on it, and sliding across the floor when this happens.

Some of my best days have been spent in the crinkle fish. It’s a good place to contemplate difficult plots, intriguing characters, and reviews of the books I have read.

The crinkle tunnels are fun for feline and rabbits. There are also crinkle toys for dogs and birds. Nearly every author pet can find a crinkle toy to enjoy.

Have you ever wanted to exist in a futuristic world? Hover cars, virtual reality and holograms, phasers and lightsabers… The idea is both exciting and terrifying. What will the world look like tomorrow? What inventions will change my life?

Well, my carrier happens to be something from the future. Often referred to as a space pod by my author and the staff at the vet, this space pod contains all my dreams of futuristic travel. It’s light, durable, no metal bars, opens from the top and the front. It comes with removable food and water dishes, a strap to go around your author’s shoulders, and it has a textured floor which makes it easier to stay upright during car rides and massages the bean toes.

It’s super easy to clean and allows free flowing fresh air with all its little vents.

Did I mention it comes in my favorite color, pink? This Catit Cabrio carrier carts me off to the vet and back in sci-fi comfort. All the cats, and even some other non-cat author pets, are always jealous of my carrier.

My handler could use some training… she always misjudges and bumps me into a wall or door. Such a nuisance, but the carrier almost makes up for it.

If you’re interested in this space pod for your carrier, the only concern I have is the plastic window has gotten muddled up over time. It is a bit difficult to see through after several years, but otherwise, it is perfect.

My first favorite thing you may already be familiar with is the famous bacon catnip toy. My author found this in a local shop. The first day she brought it home, I instantly fell in love. See, it’s not just shaped like delicious salty bacon (which I love), it’s also crinkly. Unfortunately, I do not get bacon because it isn’t good for me, but my bacon catnip toy almost makes up for it.

Some of my favorite things are crinkly. There’s just something about the satisfying sound of crinkle that makes me unfurl my claws and curl my bean toes and leaves me kneading and purring in joy. When you pounce on it, it makes the most satisfying sound.

There is nothing more satisfying than crinkly toys and catnip. I love catnip. I roll around in it, eat it, and, in a catnip haze, remember my inner jaguar. The genius who put the two together (crinkly and catnip) into my favorite toy deserves five cat heads of approval. Also, my author would say that crinkly and catnip are alliterative so the words sound good together. Almost as good as the final product, but not quite.

This bacon catnip toy is the perfect size. I can hold it between my paws, all four of them! Its plump, bacon-like body is packed with catnip and it’s made out of fabric where I can see the hand stitching. I can chew on it, sink my claws in, tug and play with it.

It’s so durable. It has lasted me for a number of years and shows no signs of tearing. My author likes the fact that she can throw it into the wash with pet-safe detergent, and it comes out like new all over again.

If you want one for yourself, you could order it from the Cat Connection, or, you could also get a pizza delivered right to your door.

If you’re a dog you could try ZippyPaws pizza slice plushy.

Or if you love bacon like me, canine friends, you could try Grab-a-Bite Plush Bacon Strip Dog Toy.

For other author pets, you seem to have a lack of bacon toys and for this I am truly sorry for you. I believe every author pet should have a bacon toy of their own, and I am sympathetic to your plight. If you have a creative or crafty author, maybe they could make you one? As to how to communicate that desire, you’ll have to use your usual ways of connecting with your author to convey it. Let me know how it works out, and if you other non-canine and non-feline author pets find things that are bacon or pizza shaped that you love, let me know at whiskers@whiskersreads.com.

In the meantime, I’ll be over here with my bacon.