I love this thing.

I have decided that this pink catstand is the coolest thing ever. It has two holes and you can climb from one to the other and perch in either one. It is supposed to be Muffin's, but now it is mine. All mine! Bwahahhahaha!

Muffin will try to attack me while I was in it, but the fool. He is no match for my backing-into-a-hole skills. I will swipe at him with my razor sharp claws from the bottom hole, then quickly run up to the top hole and swipe from there! Then, as he is trying to pounce at the top hole, I am already down at the bottom one swiping at him again. He cannot win. I can go back and forth all night.

And when he isn't bothering me, I can just lie here in my little holes and sleep.

I must pee on it.

There is a pair of jeans lying on the ground-unattended.

It must be peed on.

Good, I feel so much better now. Now I can find a fuzzy blanket to lay on until mom comes downstairs and I can whine and whine and whine until she pays attention to me.

Bram 2 : Dog 0

This mangy beast they have been letting into the house simply will not stay out of my face. I don't like anyone in my face. As if she didn't learn the first time I clawed her six times in the face before she could breathe, I had to do it again. I was trying to sleep too.

At least she leaves me alone after that. Dogs, hmph.

Tostitos Salsa con queso is sooo good. *purr*

When dad isn't around, and mom breaks out the food, she always lets me eat with her. Her reasoning is that she would rather eat after a cat because cats don't backwash-children and dogs do. She had a bag of chips and that meant Salsa! I love salsa so so very much. The hotter the better. She only has medium con queso, but she set the lid down and I couldn't stop licking it.

Where in God's name is my food?

I looked at the usual place. It was gone. That just will not do. I mewed and mewed and finally mom realized I mean business. She lifted me up to the pool table. They had hidden my cat food dish on there! It's that mutt's fault. She eats my cat food. It's not that great. Her dog food is better. I should have just eaten that instead. Really.

Mom wouldn't pet me as much as I wanted, and she ignored my adorable attention-getting chirping, and so I walked over and plopped myself right down on the open book she was reading. John Legs-an-ammo or whatever he is called isn't as important as paying attention to me. I'm the cute kitty, see?

You know, this dog food is better than the cat food that they give me. Of course, the dog eats my cat food, so it is a fair trade. Pity they don't give me more Whiskas. I love that stuff.

Muffin. Oh, Muffin you large, fluffy, stupid fool. If it were not that you were such a stud I would have no use for you. Do your business like a good boy and then get off of me. I have no time for this insolence.

And then I get to lay across Mom's shoulders. Bliss. It gets no better than that. I can sleep until she jumps around too much. Then it is back up to the airplane for me. Well, after I drink the dog's water.