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Tigger the not so Tiger

Oh boy

As you know, if you read my brother's latest diary entry, he got skunked the other night. Whew. What a stink that was.

In other news, Mom decided to keep one of the kittens. Milo is his name. Bootsie has a lot of health issues, and went to a nice home with a lady who takes in special needs cats. He'll get the best of the best there. Mom will make a page for Milo soon, now that she's officially declared him a member of our family.

In other, other news....Milo likes to sneak outside ALL the time. Mom is not crazy about this adventerous side of him. She's taken to locking him in the bathroom whenever she takes Tye out, so he can't slip past her and out the door. He's a nutty little boy. I guess he inspired me, because the other night I went outside. Wow, was Mom surprised. I am usually quite terrified of the great outdoors. To the point that I will cling to Mom with all my claws if she tries to carry me outside. A mistake she made only once, when she was trying to show me off to a neighbor. Anyhow, not only did I venture out, I went off the porch! I actually went into the driveway! Can you believe it?! Mom had to go and grab me and bring me back in. Thankfully, I have not tried it again.

Moi again

Well fellow kitties. It's been more than a year since my canine brother and I have been on Catster (and Dogster, respectively). Woo Hoo! How quickly time flies.

I've adapted to the kittens, and actually allow them to cuddle with me now. I guess they're not so bad. One of them (Milo) is really feisty, and the other (Bootsie) seems a little soft in the head, if you catch my drift.

Mom wakes up every morning to 3 cats and a dog on her bed. She keeps complaining about how she's running out of room. Atleast Milo stopped attacking her legs and feet in the middle of the night.

Well, that's my diary update for today.

Ciao!

Tig

Meow!

My auntie's neighbor had kittens at her house. Mom brought two of them home cause the lady was giving them away too early and Mom was afraid that they would go to bad homes. She doesn't know if we'll keep them or not, just yet cause they are not even 8 weeks old. I saw them and hissed at them. That is very unusual for me. Mom has cat-sat and dog-sat for other people's pets before, and I never hiss. She was amazed when I did it. I didn't arch my back, and my hair didn't stand up. I just opened my mouth and hissed, and than I hacked and coughed a bit. Mom laughed and said I'm very out of practice on my hissing. Pfft..

I'm sure if Mom keeps one or both of them, than I'll learn to love them..but in the mean time, they need to know who's boss!