Carpet: My New Best Friend

We've moved! At least that's what Mummy called it when she threw me and Jasper into boxes and put us in the car. I haven't been in one of those for a long time, so it was kind of scary.

I still didn't cry as much as Jasper, though.

So I hid under the sofa for a while, but the place is really nice. It's got big windowsills and lots of carpet to stretch out on, and really good air conditioning, which helps when you have a lovely fur coat. Mummy likes to lie on the carpet and scratch my tummy. I'm a pretty happy cat.

Update On Wonderful Me

It turned out that the "girl" was a special kind of tiny cat named Kara, so for about two weeks I had a girlfriend, even though Mummy said she was too young to date. Kara went away to Stephen's house, but sometimes Mummy puts the phone to my ear so I can hear her say hello.

That's probably the most exciting thing that's happened to me since my last diary entry, other than my winter coat coming in. My brother Jasper is a shorthair and only gets a little shaggy, but I get what Mummy calls "floof" and "splendid Victorian sidewhiskers." She keeps trying to get me to wear a red jester's collar for Christmas pictures. I'll give HER a sidewhisker!

I Thought *I* Was the Little One!

Yesterday Mummy and her friend Stephen came home with a cage. Inside was some kind of weird creature, like a cat, only smaller. Mummy says it's a "girl." Not sure what that is. When they let it out it charged straight at me and tried to bat me with its legs! I ran away. Maybe it's some sort of big furry grasshopper?

Mummy says we're fostering a kitten now. Maybe Mr. Foster will get here soon before the grasshopper can eat me.

Oh, Let Me Be...

At night, when we're going to bed and I've eaten my kibble, Mummy asks if I want to be a teddy bear, and I jump on the bed and curl up next to her. She says it's really cute.

Mummy also said it was a rare example of me being a good kitty and I should write it down in my diary. She's sarcastic like that sometimes.

I Protest This Treatment

This morning I thought Mummy was making me a sandwich. It looked really good, too--roast beef and cheese on a crusty roll! But when I stretched up to get it (and sink my claws into the cabinet, which I'm not supposed to do) she called me a bad kitty! Me. Me!

But then my brother Jasper jumped on the counter and stood over the sandwich, trying to figure out where the food smell was coming from. This :

1) Got him called a WORSE kitty, heh heh heh.

2) Proves I'm the smart one. So there.

Later!