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Day's of my Lives

Daddy's Birthday

January 24, 2006,
Yesterday was perhaps the worst ever in my institutioanl existance. The "Daddy" in my family decided to take the thing (Sassy, my dog sister) to the store. As many times as I have heard tales of the place, Petsmart I think they call it, I have never once been allowed to go there. Yet my sister goes on a regular basis. I will say this, at least I don't have to be out on that rediculous leash thing they make her wear. I almost feel sorry for the poor dear sometimes. Anyway, I digress...It turns out it was a great day in the homestead. No one around to nip at me or try to take my rats. I slept for about 3 hours and was dreaming of a trpoical island with a posh hotel and servants bringing endless supplies of fresh fish and coconut milk, when suddlenly here came double trouble. The poms...I mean really...I'm a cat right? How is it possible that I have a border collie for a sister and 2 pomeranians for cousins. At any rate the poms are her and they descended on me in the light of day while I was dreaming of my stately existence. Next thing you know Daddy and Sas came home with nothing for me. Not even some stupid tee shirt or a new brand of treats(that I refuse to eat) I mean I require my personal chef and a place to dine. As if...anyway! I understand that they (Moma and Daddy) are not even as smart as my sister, but they do feed me every day, so I guess I will let them stay in my house. In some strange way I actually revil in swatting at my sister at play time. I just want someone to tell me why she gets to go outside. Have I done something wrong? Please tell me what is was...I need to fix it...oh wait Moma's going for my food..I'll get back ya later..
J Sabastian Bach "The Rockstar Kitty"