This is Isis.
Isis came to my home in May of 2003. One day, my human pet came home to our then apartment at the time, and she heard what sounded like a wounded bird in a nearby bush. She walked over to investigate, and out came this little, poofy, gray furball with bright, blue, young kitten eyes. She was so tiny that she fit in the palm of my human pet's hand. We had no idea at the time that she would become so colorful in her Caliconess.
Isis had been abandoned, or so we thought. We could find no mama cat anywhere. It was a wonder that she had survived when she was so very fragile in her youth. She had taken to drinking from the side of the road that led to the apartments, and in the process, she had received worms. My human pet struggled to get medication down Isis' throat so she could get better.
It is believed that Isis is suffering from paranoid schizophrenia. We, however, take no pity on her. I can sneak up on Isis, and if she just catches sight of me out of the corner of her eye, her fur will stand up straight, and she will jump forty feet in the air. She also does not like people petting her on the rear for she is paranoid that something will happen. I blame my human pet for this because when Isis was little, she needed to be "anally expressed", and we felines do not like being violated.
When she was but a babe, she went into the bathroom, took the toilet paper in her mouth, and wound it around the apartment. It was amazing that the toilet paper had not broken. We still do not know how she did this. My human pet knew it was not me because I do not have a fascination with paper.
Isis also takes to stealing my human pet's feminine hygiene products. If she can get her hands on one, she will carefully pick away at the wrapper and take cotton by the string in her mouth. She will then walk it to the water bowl, much to my dismay, and sit there. She will watch patiently as the cotton expands. Why she does, we don't know.
Isis is also a big fan of bread in plastic bags. She enjoys waiting for my human pet to go shopping, and if the pet is silly enough to leave the bread in its delectable wrapper, Isis will pounce on it. She will nibble at the plastic and tear at it with her claws until she reaches the tasty goodness. Isis then only takes one bite. That's right. Just one bite of the bread. She then decides it is no good, and my human pet becomes infuriated.
Then, of course, there was the time that Isis decided it was a good idea to jump in the garbage can. Apparently, there were chicken bones inside, and she was clever enough to find a way to get inside unnoticed. However, she could not get out, and we had to tip over the garbage can as she cried nonstop.
As you can see, I am the good cat.
Isis is the bad cat.
And of course, anything I do, she gets blamed for which is fine by me.