
What is your name, and why are you the most magnificent creature in the universe?
My name is Victor. Little known fact: I actually used to be called 'Little Legs' but the folks at RSPCA refused to call me that. They knew my name was, of course, Victor.

How did you choose your human to be your supplicant?
Choose? I'm not sure you can choose to be cat-napped by two humans and bundled into a zip-up carrier. Although... does it count as cap-napping if the place you get hauled away to is actually quite splendid? Well it's a lot better than the minuscule cell I was living in then. The squealing, screeching neighbours got on my whiskers!

What is the most amusing way you confound your human?
I'm a serious fellow so I don't go in for playing to the crowd, although for some reason the humans do seem to grin and laugh in my vicinity on a daily basis. I simply flop in front of them to say hello, and they descend into some kind of crazed glee. It's quite embarrassing but I let them do it because: chin scratches.
They laugh at me when I jump up to the window to be let in, rather than going through my flap. I don't see what's funny about that? I just prefer a personal service.
They laugh at me when I'm simply eating an afternoon snack (a rather lively and delicious spider).
But I put up with their flaws because they do keep me fed and watered. (Although the flavoursome drink in the muddy puddle outside is so much more appealing than that clean stuff they put out for me every day).
I suppose I do love them, but they don't seem very grateful when I show it. Very early on a morning, I'll make a big effort to nibble my human's ear lobe and lick her chin mole and she'll push me away! The cheek of it! But I guess her love language is something different.


By what means will you inevitably achieve world domination?
Oh I can't be fussed with all that malarkey. I've got faaaar too much napping to be getting on with. I've got dominion of this particular patch and that suits me just fine. I actually just saw off a peacock who was trying his luck. But that's a story for another day.

What else does the world need to know about you?
What am I supposed to put here? I don't really like talking about myself in all honesty. I'm a private guy. Plus, it makes me sleeeepy. I asked my human and she said:
I actually don't know what sorcery took place but Victor arrived and completely stole my heart. I didn't even like cats before! I just melt when he's around. He is the cutest, cuddliest most loving boy you could wish for. He likes in independence and believe me when I say he is a PREDATOR. But then he'll always return home for his cuddles and snuggles. WE LOVE VIC.






Victor’s human is Janelle Hardacre, author of because she has to.
I espeically loved the description of how the humans "descend into some kind of crazed glee." Norman experiences same, but also "because: chin scratches." T'was lovely meeting you, Victor!
Naps for the win Victor.... you are gorgeous 😍