She forgot my purrthday!

I turned 13 years old on the 12th of April, did I get a party? No. Did I get extra treats? Well, actually yes, but that doesn't make up for the fact that mom forgot my purrthday. Thanks to all my real friends for all the gifties and good wishes. I guess she's making it up to me this Saturday as she is taking that icky girl cat, Sadie, away for a few hours. Well, she's going to some place to learn massage tekneeks and needs a kitty to practice on so Sadie is it.

Momma gots us a bloggie

That's right, after 8 years of reading everyone elses she finally gots us our own. You can find it here - kattoniccatsDOTblogspotDOTcom, course you gotsa substitute the big words with an actual dot (like this . and then you can read more about us). We'll be adding picshers and stuff when momma figures out how to get them offa daddy puter.

Went to The Evil Doctor

Around here we call the vet T.E.D. - The Evil Doctor. He pokes, he squeezes, he shines lights in our eyes and he weighs us (and sometimes says we're fat). But yesterday, he said I had lost a pound, and I'm perfect! That's right, I'll be ten years old next May and I have the body and reflexes of a much younger cat. Now mommy hassa wait until next week to hear about the blood work, but I'll bet that's perfect too! I gave him a hard time too, even though I was trankilized. I tried to put the bitey on him but he was to quick and got his hand out of the way just in the nick of time. Then he said my teefs look reeley good. If I had gotted to put the bitey on him he woulda seyed they were reeley sharp too. Oh, the bestest part was when momma was payin' the bill the nice tech gave me a treat! It was yummy, I never eat treats but that one smelled and tasted soooo good. And then mommy asked her what it was and guess what--momma wented to the store and bought some! They are called Wisker Lickins' tartar control and they're from Purina. She gots me the tuna ones for me. And they are mine! Not Sadie and espeshaly not Speedy (the crossed eyed, fat butt, poop flinging freak's). Well, gotsa go now, dinner is waiting for me.

My brofur is a brat

It's true, he keeps laying down on top of Sadie (get your mind out of the gutter). She does a turtle in the hallway and he just drapes himself over her AND SHE LET'S HIM. At least for a little while, then she complains and mommy has to get him off her. And he tried to take my stuffed animal, it's mine, it's been mine for the last 10 years. I sleep with it! Just because it was on the floor in the living room doesn't mean he can touch it or anything. Geez, he's such a brat.

Why I'm always Grumpy

Did she bother to ask me if I wanted a brofur, NO! She just went and got him, and I was just getting used to have a little sisfur. I was missing Gramma Patches and feeling sorry for myself and she brought home another girl kitty who was really, really shy and was ascared of me. It took me almost 3 years to get her to be my friend and then she ruined it by bring home that BOY kitty! Now he and my sisfur, Sadie, are running around like their butts are on fire and I'm an old kitty and don't like it. Of course I hiss at both of them, they're crazy.