Meet Inky Powers

Who names their cat Inky? I mean, it has to be one of the worst names ever! Is it because I am black? If so, could you not have done better? Thank goodness my mother gave me a proper name when she stole me from her parent’s house – Princess Edward Pursalot Powers. I think it has a fabulous ring to it, don’t you?

So, she gave me this fabulous name and what does she do? She still calls me Inky! Worse than that are the daily variations – Stinky, Stinkbutt, Stink, Stinkpot and the list goes on! Needless to say I am holding a life-long grudge.

Enough about her, I mean she’s okay, but she’s not my favorite…he is! She calls him my dad; I call him “the man of my dreams”! I follow him incessantly, but that awful Tux is usually in my way. I sleep next to him nightly and enjoy watching him sleep with one paw extended on him to make sure he’s breathing. We play, we flirt, we snuggle – life is magical with him and I love it! Now if I could only get rid of Tux and that woman they call my mom – I’d be in heaven.


Just me, but all of me...


Sleeping on the bed with my special quilt.