...my brother came along!

I'm sure people and cats alike are going to get sick of these soon because they'll all be the same, but here's my first entry.

I was lying in the middle of the living room floor, because Jen moved the coffee tables to do yoga this morning. I was MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, and was on my back, as I like to do. Paschal decided that although he had every other place in the house to lay, he had to have MY spot, so he nipped at me. I was VERY upset. I growled at him, and we did a little kitty showdown, starting at each other and waiting to pounce. Jen and Justin stopped talking to each other and Justin started cheering me on, telling me to stand up for myself, but I don't feel like wasting energy like that, so I just gave another growl and jumped on the sofa. I perched myself on one of the cushions, and Jen petted me and told me it was OK, she saw Paschal was mean to me. She saw my eyes wide with anger; I hate for her to see me like that, but what can I do?

Well it's all over (for now). I'm sleeping in the hallway and Paschal is lying across the rug from me, behaving himself. Pretty soon I'll curl up next to Jen and all will be well.

Goodnight friends!
(You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family! :-)