Hello. I'm Mike.

My name is Mike.

In case you hadn't noticed, I am a cat.

I don't really feel like writing a detailed autobiography, at this juncture; I prefer to maintain a certain aura of mystique. But, for those of you who fill out all the personal information on your FaceBook page (do you really think anyone reads it?) I will grant you this: I live in a cat shelter (the Salt Spring Branch of the BC SPCA, to be precise); I like cool, smooth surfaces--such as desks--on which to lie; I enjoy the classical staion they play at the shelter, but I wish they'd play a little Reggae once in a while; I have a fondness for baba ganouch; my favourite book is Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy; and although I do not mind the shelter, I would prefer a home (one with kind, loving humans--and a desk). My status, could only be described as 'relaxed'. That's all you need know of me... for now.

I have spent a considerable amount of time in serious contemplation about what I would like to say. But then, I spend a considerable amount of time in serious contemplation about many things; and so that is my modus operandi for this blog--to share my thoughts on things. But where to begin? I have gripes, such as humans who talk baby talk to me, or why there is not a litter box for the fuller-figured cat. I have questions, like why do they bother with Daylight Savings Time--why not just adjust the clocks a half an hour, and be done with it, for goodness sake? I know the answer to questions too, like why do cats LOVE to lie on your newspaper?... I'll never tell. I have theories, concepts, concerns, and many, many comments. But I think I will simply blog as the spirit moves me, and right now, it is moving me in the direction of the crunchie bowl. Also, my tail is getting sore from being unaccustomed to typing. So, dear reader, I will leave you, but not for long, as I have many thoughts, and much to say.