The Cat Tree

Well, my grandma got ME a cat tree. I couldn't wait, so I started jumping on it while mom was still putting it together. If I go to the top platform, I can touch the ceiling. I have been enjoying confusing my mom by walking into her bathroom and crying in my highest whiny voice for "no apparent reason". The reason is to drive mom nuts!!!! Ha. I also enjoy giving big droopy eyed stress face to either mom when they leave for work. I stand in the front window looking ABANDONED. It's fun.

The Move

I don't understand...grrrrrr...why humans feel the need to change ANYTHING. I loathe change. I had a window I liked, nice and high, where I could hunch down while being touched and grab the screen when one of my moms tried to move me. But then I was stuffed in a hideous box and forced to change locale. So far, I am okay with the white carpet--it looks great when I lounge. I am holding out and keeping my night cuddles to a minimum so my mom FEELS MY PAIN. I can break anyone. Looking beautiful and cuddly from a distance, waiting until the last second as your fans approach, then breaking for an unreachable spot, is one of my specialties. I loathe the hideous yapper next door. I am not a dog fan. As an outlet for my frustration, I have enjoyed growling at the neighbors and slapping my bratty little brother. How dare the little fop think he is prettier than me!