In 2001, Pooky became the Wise Cat on the Roof when he relocated to a historic Victorian home in southern Connecticut. There he discovered a roof so inviting, so pleasantly pitched, with perfect traction from the old shingles, that he soon made it his new favorite place. There were different angles to traverse, windows to peer in, streets to gaze over, tree limbs to swat, and a variety of birds and bats that kept him as sharp and alert as any cat could be.

A far cry from the the desolate coastline winter, Pooky's new home made him strong and confident with every passing day he spent in it, and, above it. He was fed and sheltered with a growing friendship and empowered with his maturing abilities to bond with nature. This was the real Pooky.

One day while surveying his kingdom from above, Pooky heard a plaintive voice rising from below. He recognized the voice instantly. This time, rather than ignore it, as he had done so often before, he answered.



Discovering his new found voice, he talked more and more every day. In turns, sarcastic, humorous, audacious, raucous, philosophical and insightful, Pooky became the talk of his home, and, of the town. Thus began the life of the Wise Cat On The Roof.