Name: Lily (female)

Breed: Siberian

Age: 1 year-old

Humans: Chris, Colleen, Claire, Alyx, Khloe and Caroline

Well, hello there, my name is Lily, and let me tell you, life as a 1-year-old Siberian cat in this family is purr-fect. Now, I know what you're thinking—cats and allergies don’t mix, right? Not for me! See, I'm a bit of a scientific miracle. My breed, the fabulous Siberian, has genes that produce hardly any of that allergy-causing stuff, Fel d 1. So, my family, despite their cat allergies, was able to welcome me with open arms. Thank goodness, because I can't imagine them living without me!

I came from a breeder in Baton Rouge, and let me just say, the drive to my new home was one of anticipation (for them, of course, because they were about to meet me). Once I arrived, the family immediately knew the name "Lily" suited me perfectly. Of course, it’s not just any Lily—I'm named after Harry Potter’s mother. That’s right, everything in this house is named after a Harry Potter character. I share the spotlight with other “magical” beings like the family car, Nimbus the golfcart, and even the robot vacuum. But, I’m obviously the cutest of them all.

Now, let’s talk about my talents. Yes, I’m adorable, but I also have skills. Have you ever seen a cat that comes when called? Well, that's me. You whistle, pop open a can of food, or even shake that glorious can of whipped cream, and I’m there, standing on my hind legs, ready for action. Sure, you could say I’m food-motivated, but I prefer to think of myself as simply dedicated to my craft—my craft being the pursuit of treats.

Speaking of food, I have a little quirk when it comes to meal times. You see, I must be petted while I eat. It's non-negotiable. If I see someone headed toward my food bowl, I’ll dash ahead, give them a quick look to make sure they’re following, and then hop up to my bowl. I'll wait there like a royal, expecting my human to pet me as I dine in luxury. Since my food bowl is in the laundry room, the sound of the washer or dryer chime is also my cue to head in that direction. I’m conditioned that way, much like Pavlov's dogs—except cuter and way more demanding.

Now, as much as I love treats and attention, my real passion is birdwatching. My humans thought they’d outsmart me by keeping the bird feeder outside and me inside, but I’ve found ways to get the perfect view. We have these big wooden doors with window panes, and whenever I spot a bird outside, I leap onto the door, claws out, and hang there like a furry little ornament, peering out the window. Sure, it leaves a few claw marks, but can you blame me? It’s just too cute. To save the door (and their sanity), my family set up a little stool by the back door, right by my favorite bird feeder. Now, I sit there like the queen of the jungle, watching the birds as they flit around, plotting my next move—or, you know, just waiting for my next snack.

My love for adventure doesn’t stop at the windows, though. A few times, I’ve made a daring dash outside when the door was open, and let me tell you, watching my humans and neighbors try to catch me was quite the show! They all scurried about, calling my name and chasing me, while I skillfully evaded their every move. I love the taste of freedom, but I must admit, Louisiana weather is not quite suited for a cat bred to roam the Siberian tundra. After a couple of these escapades, they wised up and put an AirTag on me. Now they track my every move—how very Muggle of them.

When I’m not busy birdwatching or planning my next great escape, I like to spend my time lounging around the house, often with my canine sidekick. Yes, we have a dog, and let’s be honest—he thinks he’s in charge, but we all know who really runs the show. His tail is one of my favorite toys, and whenever he’s not paying attention, I’ll swat at it just for fun. And if I’m feeling particularly mischievous, I’ll take over his big comfy dog bed, leaving him to sulk on the cold, hard floor. It’s all in good fun—well, for me, anyway.

As for being spoiled, well, let’s just say the four kids in this family adore me. In fact, they often squabble over who gets to hold me, pet me, or feed me (I have trained them well). I’m basically living the life of a little princess—complete with belly rubs, treats, and plenty of attention.

So, if you ever see a flash of fur zooming past or catch sight of me perched on my royal stool watching the birds, don’t worry—it’s just me, Lily, the door-climbing, treat-obsessed, Siberian princess of the neighborhood. I’ve enriched this family’s life in ways they couldn’t have imagined, and I can’t wait to continue ruling their hearts and home!

Until our next adventure–or the next time I sneak out,