I created this webpage with my Mac Powerbook using BBEdit.
On my 17th birthday my people left me alone and went to listen to William Gibson read from his new book. They brought me a signed copy of Idoru, but it isn't much fun to play with and doesn’t even taste very good.
I have lived in this house my whole life, though I do go outside a lot. (I have my own door.)
About the time I was born, my dear friend Emily—I think of her as a big sister—looked pretty much like this:
Well, that is the way people look to us cats. Sort of weird, little fur, and in greys and blacks. The eyes aren’t right somehow either....
|I think this Hamster Dance site is about the funniest thing I have ever seen. When I showed it to my person she about fell off her chair so she is not allowed to watch it while I am sitting on her lap. The dancing jars of Vegemite, with their happy little song, come a close second.
|I don’t know much about the cosmos, but I do know that there is a nebula named after ME (sort of) called the Cat’s Eye Nebula. We cats are never inclined toward simplicity, so it should be no surprise that this is one of the most complex planetary nebulae known. The bright central object, though not as attractive as my golden eyes, may even be a binary star system which I’m told is pretty impressive.
|I have a friend who has a hamster that I am NOT allowed to play with, so sometimes I play with Judy's Rat. I am told that rats laugh when they are tickled, but I don't like it one tiny bit. In fact, I tend to remind people who try to tickle me that I do have claws and fangs.
|My mom died awhile ago. She was even older than me—probably a year older at least. No one knew for sure and she never said. She lived at someone else's house before I was born but they were not nice so she left and came here. She liked here best. She was a tutti-frutti cat.
My whole name is William of Orange. My mom used to drop me down into an old outdoor barbecue to keep me safe while she was hunting so I often emerged covered with soot like the lizard named Bill in Alice in Wonderland. (Chapter IV: “The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill”) So that is why I am Bill.
Now I have tried to make the background to show you my color—sort of, anyway. I am not sure I have gotten it exactly right, since I can’t see in color, and I am a bit weak on my hexadecimal color codes.
|I was honored to hear that the first rock Sojourner met on Mars was named after me, though I don't understand the Barnacle part.
|I do have an email address and will answer your message when I wake up from my nap. (Sleeping in the sun in the computer room is my favorite indoor activity.) You can also visit the web page of my person, who is starting to have white stripes in her fur, just like me.
Tisiphone and Finnegan were once feral cats.
Note: Bill died on January 8,
2000 at the age of 19 years and 4 months. He would want you to keep thinking
I updated this page for him on 1/2/05.