I am Tabby the invincible. There is no wall I cannot climb, although I prefer to talk to them. I am the powerful Tabby, furry without and tough within, I am the Mighty Tabby of the feline race. The Mighty Quinn is nothing compared to me. If another feline has plans on taking over my territory, I put him in his place. I put my paw down shaking the ground he walks on. He will flee in fright and respect. There are, of course, always exceptions, but then I make a quick exit through my cat flap, that is what they are for.
I have so many talents and all bow when they see me coming. Lotus flowers spring from my paws as they touch the ground, only of course visible for the eyes of a feline. Mrs. Human is always telling me she has never seen them, but she is a mere human. My meows are law and what I purr goes for all. I am the personification of the sublime. When I look at my reflection in my water bowl I am overwhelmed by the wonderful beauty I see.
“Yes Mrs. Human?”
“Tabby do not overdo it, just stay on the ground.”
There she goes again, humans can be so jealous. They cannot see in the dark as we felines can, and their voice does not carry the fine tones that the feline meow possesses. However she has her advantages.
“Mrs. Human, apply your opposable thumbs to open a tin of tuna fish.”
“Of course Tabby.”
You see even humans have their sublime moments.