My name was Hathor. I was a little black cat with Nekomata bloodline. My master was named Horatio. He liked me very much and prepared all sorts of items for me, all hidden inside my bell.
I liked him too. I just hoped he would stop rubbing his face against my belly so often. It made me very ticklish.
My daily life consisted of sleeping on the comfortable, soft, temperature-regulating cushion he had prepared for me. Sleeping sprawled out on it was truly wonderful. If not for those two birds fighting and disturbing my sleep, I could sleep there all day.
Although the two birds behaved themselves for a while after I taught them a lesson, it never took long before they started fighting again. It gave me such a headache.
My master also had a hippogriff named Nut. I got along best with her. I often rode on her back to catch fish in the Black Lake. Though creatures that looked like octopuses often harassed us, we were not afraid of them. As long as I gave my bell a little pat, they would instantly be reduced to dust.
As for the big snake my master had recently tamed, I did not like him. He smelled awful. Still, he was quite respectful toward me.
Sometimes, I opened a Portal through my bell and went to play in the Chamber of Secrets where he hid. The big snake would offer me dead mice. Pah! Who wanted to eat disgusting things like mice? I was a refined little cat.
There was also a little witch named Hermione Granger whom I disliked. Although she treated me quite well and even gave me a premium can of cat food last Christmas, I simply did not like her.
Whenever she wanted to be alone