I was born on September 3, 1989, son of Xexéo and Safira, in the house of the art editor Oséas Magalhães.  I lived there only a month, and on October 5 I moved to the house of the journalist Eustáquio Gomes, to whom I was given as a birthday gift. On the same day I was given a name, inspired by the hero of the movie “Adventures of Chatran”, one of the favorite of my owners, that have always loved felines.

I was very young, and my first pictures reveal the appearance of a white little mouse. Everybody says that at that time I was very funny and I never stand quiet, going up to the curtains and even climbing the legs of my protectors. In spite of this, the pacific aspect already was my prominent characteristic. I had a little flying friend that was used to lie-down on my back, the sparrow called Werninho. I miss him so much.

I met the sweet Kátia and we had two daughters: the lovely Alison  and the smart Waka. Alison has already gone, but Waka is still among us, aside 12 other felines, most of them my grandsons, in a yard that is not big  neither small. We have a guava tree that gives us fruits, an oleander that gives us flowers, a papaya tree, a rosebush of 3 meters high (believe or not!), and some shrubs under which we are used to get some rest or to play of hide-and-seek. To sleep is my greatest pleasure (fact which justifies my owner’s phrase, that cats already born as pensioners), only comparable to the pleasure of eating, since I was served a succulent chicken.

I am a fine gourmet, very expert. I quickly realize when my owner arrives from the supermarket and I readily stand on the door, waiting for my meal. If it takes too long, I meow pitifully. The strategy generally works. You do not think that I do not have notion of right and wrong. I am clean, very clean. I am not stubborn and I know how to relate to humans. My owner is used to put me around her neck, as if I was a shawl, without any risk for her. Things like that lead my veterinary, who is a good guy besides the needles,  call me “tenderness”.

At the moment I am writing this I am 13 years old, and very healthy. I am older and own more experience than any one of my friends, except by Alain, that is going towards the 18 years old. The others vary in age, gender, and size: Acássio, Simon, Marcelo, Keanu, Bigode and Chico - the males; the females: Waka, Irma, Yrma, Kátia, Raízes and Marcy. The last one is my favorite, not for being a mix siamese, but for reasons that it is not the case of enumerating here. I should make mention to a friend that lives at the opposite side of the house, separated from us for two doors, the lovely Flora, whose barks I always heard, but who I rarely see.

For everything I have said about me, you might think that I am perfect. It is not true. I like affection and I claim when I do not get it. I am dominated by the jealousy if my owners play with a cat that is not me. In general, when they leave, I readily slap the beneficiary.  However, for the lucky of everybody, my angry generally does not take longer than 15 minutes. Soon I turn back to be pacific, sweet, and sleepy, like I am used to be. That is me. Now come and see my page.