I heard about Paul basically the day my sister got him. But now I was actually able to meet him, big paw and all. And he’s just as cute as cat can be, though rather on the cheeky side of things. He can be cuddly, if he wants to, but most definitely he is full of mischief. His favorite place is on the topmost platform of the cats’ climbing tower, where he thrones and takes his naps, and from which he jumps to the opposite side of the hallway (jumping against the wall, to be precise) in order to catch flies. Well, maybe I should add “a little stupid” to his many character traits as well, since jumping against straight walls and slithering full speed underneath furniture (which will also land him against a wall) isn’t the most intelligent thing to do for a cat. But then, he always manages to get himself away from those walls unscathed; so maybe he isn’t that stupid after all. Just a bit off the wall, that’s all.

Well, sleep well, little pawed friend.