Kittens...

Okay. So I lied in that last entry. I knew what a "sibling" was. I just wanted to be all cute and pretend I didn't so maybe my mom wouldn't get one.

Yeah and then she did. She got a kitten. A gray one. A really, really spazzy gray one. Way more spazzy than I was when I was that age. He never stops meowing. He chases my tail. He jumps out at me and tries to attack me. And then when I defend myself, Mom yells at me! This is total crap. I totally hate it.

Well, on the plus side, I've been getting canned food every day.

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