My name is Moky, but it wasn't always spelled that way. When I was a kitten, I was gray with black splotches all over me. As I grew older, those splotches grew, too, eventually covering most of my body. I have white on my stomach, so I am not completely black. When I was gray with black spots, Mom called me Smoky (and one of her friends still calls me that). Once the black color dominated my body, Mom took off the S and started calling me Moky. I really like the name Moky because it's unique.
I am the oldest of all the felines in this household, and I've been here the longest. I thought I had the place all to myself until Mom brought Gypsy to our home. I was not pleased at all. I let Gypsy know who was boss here. I think she understands. Then, about 3 years ago, Mom brought a kitten home! How dare she! Stormy is her name. We do not get along very well. Stormy does try her best to befriend me, and sometimes I let her lick my neck.
Then, to make matters worse, Mom found a kitten in the crawlspace behind our bathroom wall: Bella. Bella used to live in the bathroom and sleep there at night, but gradually, Mom allowed Bella to socialize with the rest of us, and now, Bella no longer lives in the bathroom (or behind its wall - mol!).
I cannot understand why Mom keeps bringing kittens home. Doesn't she love me? Mom continues to tell me she loves me with all her heart. I guess she does because she gives me lots of hugs and kisses, and I reciprocate to show that, despite bringing home or finding kittens, I still love her a lot.
I'm a talker. I love to talk! I talk to anyone who listens. I talk to anyone who's not listening. Sometimes, Mom has to tell me to be quiet.
I love flapping open box lids, too. Sometimes, I trance out while I'm patting the box lids, and Mom has to "snap" me out of it. When I'm in my trance, I'm daydreaming about life without other kitties - life with Mom without other kitties - a solitary life, so to speak. A cat can dream, can't he? mol!