October 28th 2009 8:00 pm
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This is my point exactly, I was right in the middle of typing a diary entry, and these pesky arsed youngins walked right over my darn keyboard! I'll ask again - why does Mom keep bringing home these new cats? Doesn't she understand that I don't like them? Doesn't she understand that I need love and attention. They just hog it all the time.

So, where was I? Oh yes, my blogging has taken a back seat lately. Sadly, my brother Helmet went to the Bridge on Sept 17th 09. I don't usually admit to having any sort of fond feelings for anyone, but I just can't keep them in right now. I loved Helmet. We were together when I was 9 months old and he was only 6 weeks old. Admittedly, I despised him at first, but somehow or other, the little buggar wore me down. Next thing I know I'm feeling things I never thought I'd feel. Love, I actually loved for the first time - well for someone other than myself. :)

Helmet soaked up the knowledge I passed onto him. He went everywhere with me. He was my baby brother. I remember once he was missing for some five days or so. I of course wasn't distraught over this - but my Mom was beside herself with misery. He was found and pretty much since then our Mom decided we weren't going outside anymore. So, I guess I have him to blame? No, not now, I'd give anything to have him back. He was the only cat in our ever-expanding household of animals that I would play with. He never challenged me for alpha status. Excuse me for a moment, I think that's a tear rolling down my face.

OK, um, yes, he just wasn't interested in any of that. I miss him. Now, I'm left with Newt and Miko. Don't get me started on Miko. This kid, I don't know who he thinks he is, but I definitely am less tolerant these days. I know my Mom is trying to give everyone a home that she can, but there has to come a time when enough is enough! He chases me around when I don't want to be chased; and he challenges me. Trust me, that's one thing ya don't want to do. I've still got it. I'll be more than happy to prone him out if it comes to it. So, let's just hope it doesn't.

In honor of my baby bro Helmet, this entry is for him. I'll see ya in a couple years Helmie; but I'll think of you every day until then.

Love Skeeter Eater