If she could read, Pink would check out the tales of the Ginge Club and make sure she’s presented in the best possible light, as the most beautiful, alluring and fashionable pink cat who ever lived. I’ve told her that’s exactly how she’s presented in the stories, and in the blog, but I don’t think she trusts me entirely. That’s why she’s been staring at my Kindle, trying to see inside it. She probably thinks it’s a mirror. She knows what mirrors are because she spends hours every day staring into the one in our bedroom, preening herself and showing off to the looking glass. Alleycat’s different. He says he doesn’t care what anyone thinks so long as he can sleep whenever and wherever he wants and demand food at the drop of a hat. Of course, he’s given me a few guidelines. For one, thing. I’m never to give Snatcher too much attention or importance and for another I’ve got to impress everyone with Alleycat’s fine qualities. Bamber alone of our three cats has little interest in such matters. He doesn’t care about social media and his heart is set on being a cat and staying a cat and doing the best he can at being that.