February 23rd 2013 9:53 am
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My bruther, Gunnie, has beened bein a real bad kat. In the nighttime he likes to run around the house doin naughty stuff. Mama and I are sleepin real comfy, and Guns races up the hall. He sounds like a horsie when he runs. He jumps on mama's little velvet chair and lands on Mr. Big Bed with a whump! He tries to slow down after that, but mostly he barely misses runnin into the head of the bed. I think that might hurt cuz mama's bed is an old one made outta iron. Then Guns leaps in the middler of mama. He might do it to me, but I am quick enuff to make sure he does not run me over. Guns stands on his hinder leggies and whooshes with his paws on the closet doors. That makes a loud rattlerin sound that annoys mama. Mama yells at Guns and claps her hands. Sumtimes, well mostly, he runs away, but he keeps comin back and doin it again.

It is a good thing I am not a kitten no more and don't need the potty real often, cuz Guns has been endin up in time out in the bathyroom, and that is where our potty is. I guess mama is countin on me to fuss if I need to go potty so she can open the up-tight door and let me in.

I am sure glad Guns is the bad one, and I am the purrfect one. :)