Sick and tired...

...of being admired. Right now I'm perched atop a new cat condo mom bought for us on Ebay. And even though I'm a little tubby...I can still get the whole way to the top. Mom is typing this for me as I dictate from my lofty lair.

Oh, those boys are fantastic, but they have me whipped. I'm way up here just to get away from them. 10 minutes ago Tyler jumped up and wanted to play. Mom could sense I was not in the mood, so she removed him. Fortunately, he has the attention span of a gnat and went running off into the other room. Baron jumped up right after that, but for once, he had not interest in me. Fool just wanted to play with the blind string which mom promptly removed from his mouth.

It's so nice. Mom's been home for the last two days. She's been working like a madwoman. Yesterday, while she was trying to work at the computer, I jumped on her lap so she couldn't. Of course, I demand a lot of attention. I'm Zora, after all. I give lots of attention to the boys, so every now and then I just want a little me time.

Speaking of which I must doze off again.

Cioa meows.

Skidoooo

Wheee. Sorry mom. Had to scratch my bum against the carpet last night to get off those last bits of business. Maybe you ought to think of shaving me back there. I mean, this is the second time this week that you've had to clean some business off my behind. Oh, I know you're not worried because the vet checked me out and there's nothing physically wrong with me, but I know checking and cleaning my posterior isn't your favorite thing to do. But since you love me, I know you will. I must admit, though, I like having my bum cleaned like a little baby. Hopefully, I can teach the boys this trick, too. Hee hee hee.

Crankypants

Okay, so I'm starting to get a little bit cranky. The boys are still trying to nurse off me every now and then...even though I'm not their real mom...and even though nothing's coming out. Sometimes, though, I just want to sleep. Like last night when I was on mom's bed. Damn if Baron didn't jump up and try to start with me. I kicked him a bit and growled at him...then I washed his sweet little head to let him know I still loved him. But I'm tired. Let a girl get some beauty rest. I finally had to jump off the bed...and damn if mom didn't come after me...trying to pick me up and make sure I was okay. I AM TIRED. Don't you get it? After I took at quick nip at her, she realized and put me down. Finally, sometime in the middle of the night, I was able to get back on the bed and get some sleep. But I got mom back...hee hee. This morning while she was trying to sleep, I came into the room and started rolling around on my carboard scratching post yelling, meow meow. Get up. It's time for me to eat. Rise and shine, sleepy head. Hee hee. Gotcha.

Life is purrrfect

I love my two new brothers even though I treat them like they're my kids. I love the fact that mom's giving us soft food in the morning AND at night. I love when the air conditioner is in the window and blowing right in my face. I even love Rogue. Although she thought she was going to be tough and jump on me the other day...not a wise move calico. I gave her the evil eye and she ran away. Then later, I gave her kisses. Life couldn't be more purrrfect right now.

Enough is enough

Now mom wants to get me a t-shirt. All because those two new brothers of mine want to dry nurse off me. I can't help it. I'm snuggly. And I love to be snuggled. And if those two boys want to snuggle up to me that way. I'll let them. Until they bite me too hard, though. Mom called the vet and they said there was nothing she could do. Except maybe get me a t-shirt. FLOG. It's summer. And I'm furry and you want to put a freaking t-shirt on me? They're 12-weeks old. It's not like they're 3 years old. Perhaps they'll grow out of it. But a t-shirt. No way.

Boys are great

I love my new brothers. I especially love the fact that mom has to cook them chicken and rice in the morning and then I get some chicken. If I don't I cry really loud. Sure, momma calls me a tubba lover, but as long as I'm getting chicken...who cares. Then, when she's not looking I sneak some of the kittens food. Hey. Wait a minute. It tastes just like mine only wet. Never mind. Mom's amazed that I took over the role of surrogate mom for these two. I don't know why. I always liked to snuggle and Rogue would never let me. She thinks she's too pretty to snuggle. Well now, I have two boys to snuggle with nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Rogue. Oooh. Is that a can opening I hear?

Yea!

Mommy went and did it. She got those two boys. At first, I didn't like them. But now they're fun. They run around and play all the time. Unlike Rogue who just sits there thinking she looks pretty. C'mon Rogue. Let's run and play. You're only 2 1/2. Oh well. Now I've got two stinky boys to play with. Last night was the first night they were allowed out all night. For the most part it was okay, but that damn Tyler thinks I'm his momma and he tries to suckle off me. He's only 8 weeks old, so I'm gentle but firm when I tell him those are only for show. Wheee. Got to go and play now.

Less food for me

Yeah. Yeah. Rogue is whining because mom's talking about getting two new kitties. They need a home and she's feeling like maybe we have room in our home for 2 more. Dad's a little worried about it (he just doesn't like changing litter). Me. I look at it this way. Two more could be fun. I could attack them. After all, I came in here as the underdog, but Rogue soon learned who was in control. I'm sick of hearing everyone say how pretty she is because she's got all these funky colors. So I only have two colors and a tiny head with a fat belly. I'm pretty too. Mommy and daddy tell me so all the time. Wait...did I get distracted. Oh, yeah. Boys. They could be fun. Rough and tumble. And they're only about 12 weeks old, so that could be lots of fun. I could teach them to gang up on Rogue (I think that's what mom's afraid 0f). The only thing I worry about is the food. Mom just changed us to Innova, which we love, but I'm afraid I won't get enough if we add two more cats. Mmmm. Food. Got to go see if there's anything left in the bowl.

Meow.