Boys, boys. boys

I guess I'm learning to like Tyler and Baron a little better now. Sure, I still swat at them and grumble. But they're getting bigger by the day. I want them to respect my authority now before they get a whole lot bigger than me. I must admit, it is awfully fun to watch them run around. Every now and then I even jump into the chase. But once they start chasing me...it's grrrr. Swat. All in all, though it's a pretty sweet gig. 2 brothers. 1 sister. Lots of lovin'. I guess I can't complain.

Am I eeeeevil?

No way. Look at me. I'm too pretty to be evil. Hahahahaha. That being said, I must admit I was a bit overjoyed today when that Tyler creature, as mom calls him, chased Zora down the stairs. Zora the one he loves and adores. Zora the one who's always playing with him. Wait...was that a kitty screech I heard coming from Zora? Why yes. Yes it was. I had to run downstairs to the basement to see what was going on. All was well, he didn't hurt her just scared her a bit. Whoa! Then he came after me. I was outta there lickety-split.

Ooops

Did I knock you out of the window last night, Tyler? Look, dude. It's my window. I was here first. Before all of you. Before that adoptive mom of yours Zora and before you two little squirts. I'm just teaching you a lesson grasshopper, to watch out for the paw. It's quick as lightening. And I'll give you fair warning with a little yowl. Besides, don't make a big deal out of it. You didn't fall that far. You landed on the chair that mom keeps in the window that has a big soft cushion on it. But you know when mom's not looking, I'm going to give you a kiss on the nose or two. Once I get used to your "boy" scent, that is.

Who's the boss?

I'm the boss. Yeah. I'm kind of getting used to my new brothers. I like to make mom think, however, that I still can't stand them. Sure. I'm a little miffed when they lay on the coffee table where I want to be. I'm especially miffed when I jump up to find one of them on mom's lap. I grumble a bit and give them a little swat. Little beasts. They just look at me and don't move. So I complain a bit more and then get down. I'll admit, I'm a bit dramatic. But my bark is definitely worse than my bite. I'm mad because mom caught me the other day. I was actually frolicking with Baron. But then he and Tyler both started chasing me and I had to yell and run away. They can't quite catch me yet. Ha! Ha!. Then the other day, mom caught me doing something really sweet. (Damn! I hate when she does that). I was cooing and crawling up to Tyler. Then I rolled over and showed him my belly. Perhaps I'll grow to love these little buggers yet.

Boys stink

Ugh. Mom & Dad have gone back to work and they've left me alone with these two creatures. They never stop running around. And wrestling. Please. Can't we just sit still for 5 minutes and admire my beauty? Don't get too close, though, or I'll swat you. Oh those little devils come running right up to me. I show them who's the boss. I yell at them. Well, it's not really a yell, because that would be unbecoming of a lady, such as myself. It's more a fair warning. Seriously boys, don't make me slap you. Then they've been having this stomach issue, which has been stinking up the joint. Mom's been giving them medicine and I hope it clears up soon. I certainly don't want the house to smell like boys. I can't wait until September when they go away for a day to have their operation. Ha! Ha! I say.

Ugh

Mommy went and did it. She got those two boys. They're 8 weeks old and a handful. Not to mention they stink. Jeez. Why can't every kitty smell like maple syrup like I do. Mommy's kept us apart for a while, but since she's been on vacation this week and since she can't control Zora and me, we burst into the room where the kittens were. Of course, I had to growl and hiss to show them who's boss. So did Zora. Now, they're best friends with Zora. Good. Stay out of my way and off of my castle, because I am the queen...and I am pretty.

Not again

Oh no. She's talking about it again. Another cat. Wait. What's that I hear? Not just one, but maybe two. Boys. Hmmm. Boys could be interesting, though. They would certainly think I'm pretty. And maybe they'd even keep Zora occupied for a while so she's not always chasing me. Oh why, oh why can't I be an only cat? Every lap would be mine. I would get all the attention. We just moved into this house in October and I'm loving it. All the windows. I'm acting like my old self again and now she wants to go and ruin it with two more kittens. Zora I can deal with, I guess because she's been here for a while. But 2 more could make it awful crowded. Oh...all this worrying is giving me a frown wrinkle...and I can't have that....I'm too pretty.