Hello, my name is Lakitu. I'm a very pretty, petite silver tabby. So pretty that everyone thinks i'm a girl. I don't really care, I guess, as I'm neutred so it doesn't matter anymore. I'm very shy until you get to know me, and even then, can still be shy and skittish.But shy does not mean quiet in my books. I talk constantly. I talk to shadows on the wall, to bugs, to my Slave, her consort, and the other human that lives here. I also talk to freak them out and make them think there are ghosts, or if my wet food is not served in a timely manner. My voice is cute, but for some reason, the Slaves don't like it when I talk at seven am. I don't know why. My best friend is Salem, who I think is really my long lost brother, even though we look nothing alike. I want to be just like him when I grow up, and I know following him around worshipping him gets on his nerves, but I can't help it.

I'm beautiful. No really, I am. Look at me, I'm sooo pretty. I said, LOOK AT ME, and pet my fluffy tail! It is such a beautfiul fluffy tail. That's right, I'm beautiful. I'm not really a cat, or at least, I don't think so. I live with my slaves and my best friend Lakitu, who worships me, naturally. I love to play and people have to compliment me, or I get pissed off. I am the most friendly cat you will probably ever meet, and make new friends with anyone who comes in the house. I love to talk and have quite the repetoire of noises.I've decided my Slave's consort is my owner. He is my favorite person in the world, and I follow him like a shadow. Anyhow, I must get back to my grooming and my beauty sleep. That's me in the picture with my Slave. Aren't I pretty?