I, Noah Cat, Am Here!

This is not actually how I got here.  This is a wood carrier in my new house.  I thought I might look better arriving in this than the carrier they had me in.  That one had bars.  It was much more cell-like, and it was embarrassing to be seen in it.  Like I was a prisoner.  Yeah, like I'm ever a prisoner!

I don't know why they didn't let me travel in this.  So much more class.  I know someone took a picture of me in the other carrier, but it isn't going up on MY page.
My page is going to be about me, by me and flattering to me.  Always.

Editor's Note:  I am transcribing this for him, so I get to edit this before it goes online.  Thus,  I get the final say.  He doesn't know that.  Do not tell him.  He thinks he is getting the final say in what - ow! 

I get the final say in whatever is written.

I didn't know he could read.

I don't know why she said "Ow!".  I am a gentleman and have never raised a paw to her, nor has she seen my teeth other than when I talk or yawn.  So melodramatic. 

Ok, so it was static when you rubbed against my arm after rubbing on the computer screen.

Noah Knew

I'd been a wanderer for days on end
Just looking for a forever friend
And then one day I felt a soul
Come walking by me, sad as coal;
I thought I sensed a feline need
And knew they'd follow if I'd lead
So lead I did and they fell in
To take me home where we'd all win.
It's not by chance we came to meet
I knew you'd have a Sweet Home Suite! 

©Donna JT Smith, 2014