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Adventures of the Flying Meaderness

Zdrastvitye..

Or hello, in Russian. Mom's class is going to think she's gone around the bend with all this 'journaling' she has us do. Oh well, at least they'll all get to see what a truly fine specimen of a tortie looks like. Ugh, Carmen's primping and Sweetie being digustingly cute. Sheesh, you'd think this was a real cat show or something. I'm going to go take a nap until class starts.

Alarm Clock Foiled! Mother Late for Work!

Heeheehee. I figured out how to step on the snooze button just right so that Mom's alarm won't beep annoyingly. It's so much fun to watch her bolt out of bed and tear around the house getting ready. Some of the words she says while she's doing that are really 'colorful.' This is much more fun than turning on the Bose radio!

Foul interloper

There's another cat in this house. This is an outrage. The little squirt thinks she's top cat. She's had the nerve to stand up to me when I try to put her in her place. She doesn't cower in fear as an inferior newbie should. Worse yet, she chases me! ME!

Oh wait....I guess I don't mind that part so much as long as she keeps her claws in. She is a nice change of playmate from ol' stick-in-the-mud, I'm-too-much-of-a-lady Carmen. Sweetie (that's her name, can you believe it?) is a trifle too fast for me sometimes and she can still fit under the bed, so my pursuit gets foiled a lot.

Oop - must dash. Sweetie's got my favorite toy in her mouth. She's skuttling away with it to the kitchen and I'd better go retrieve it from her before she bats it under the refridgerator.

Grumble. I liked being top cat.