Things are all shook up!

Whew! It's hard work being a big brother. I didn't know that until recently. Well, I was *sorta* Gypsy's big brother, since she's my litter mate and I outweigh her by almost 5 pounds. But that's not the kind of big brother I mean.

Back in September, Mommy and Daddy did something crazy. I don't know where they found the thing, or why they didn't get rid of it, but they brought home a little kitten named Rufus. When Mom first brought the cat carrier in, I knew I was in for trouble.

I made sure to let Rufus know what I thought of him by hissing and growling as scary as I know how to. The little dork didn't even seem to notice! He just wandered all over MY house, sniffing MY couches, MY chair, and even climbing on MY cat tower! The nerve!

Well, I followed the little jerk around as he made himself way too comfortable in my house. After a while, I noticed he was even playing with my toys! ARGH! I know, I know...I didn't really PLAY with them much anymore. That's not the point. All of a sudden, they look really fun again, and Rufus is hogging them.

That first night, I was still a little bit uncomfortable around Rufus. I have to admit, he was pretty cute. He has a little baby cry that he uses when he wants to snuggle, and I finally gave in.

I'm still not sure it's the best idea Mom ever had, but I'm used to Rufus now. Heck, the little guy is growing on me. We nap together sometimes (though he does ALWAYS hog Mom's lap), and he makes Mom leave the food out all of the time, which is GREAT!

Rufus even makes toys seem like more fun. I play with the mousey again now, and I've taught Rufus how to chase me when I chirp at him. We wrestle and play tag, plus Mom buys new toys. I don't like when Gypsy plays with Rufus, though, because they zip around too fast for me to catch them (I'm a little on the husky side, in case you haven't noticed).

Some things about Rufus still stink, like he gets in the way of my morning loving with Mommy (I LOVE to lay on her when she's got that fluffy bathrobe on!), since he always tries to get in on it and I get annoyed. But Mommy still pets me special when she's putting on her makeup. I get up on the potty and cry, and she tells me how special I am (love her even though she DOES sometimes call me "Fat Boy" - GRRRR!). Rufus also bites. A lot. I mean, a whole lot. I squeak at him and tell him, "That hurts," becuse little kitten teeth are sharp, but he just bites more until I whip him. Darn kids, sometimes you just have to beat on them a little bit.

All in all, I think our family will be okay. I am going to have to try to let Mommy know that we don't need ANY more cats from now on. It's hard enough to find an empty lap around here as it is!

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