Dear Diary,

It has been awhile since I have been writing on here. Meow. Not much is happening. Cleo is growing and he tries to play with me all the time. Sometimes I will play and sometimes not. Mom put some funny things on my claws the other day. She saysa that they are called Soft Paws and will keep me from scratching everything and everyone. I don't like them ...as soon as she put them on me I tried to chew them off. I am getting used to them though. The ones they put on Cleo you can't see............but mine are PURPLE!!!!. How girlie is that. Don't they know I am a BOY!!!. Oh well I don't have much choice. They won't come off. I have tried and tried. I haven't been feeling good lately. I think I have a cold. Mom says if I don't get better she is going to have to take me to the vet. Yuck. I will get better. Got to go now. I will write again soon.

Meow, meow Sam

Dear Diary,

Hi its just me, Sam. I haven't written on here for a while. Cleo and I have been having too much fun. We chase each other around the house and play with the toys. Cleo attacks me so I attack him back. It is so much fun. I haven't had anyone to play with for a few years now. Mom bought us new treats yesterday...Dried fish...... I am not sure I like it and Cleo doesn't like them. Mom even tried to give one to whiski ( and he eats anything) and he spit it out on the floor. LOL. I have to go now. Cleo wants his turn to write in his diary.

Bye for now Meow, meow, Sam

Dear Diary,

Not much new to write today. Mom let me go outside with her today. She goes outside and sits on the porch and she lets me come out with her to sit on the porch in the fresh air. I am too scared to go out by myself so Mom has to be there. I like to be inside. Cleo and I are getting along now. He attacks my tail and jumps on my back all the time so I turn around and attack him right back. We have fun. I am teaching him how to be nice though. LOL. Cleo isn't even afraid of Whiski anymore either. I don't know how he could have been afraid of him in the first place........Whiski is a wimp. All I have to do is lift my paw if he is bugging me and Whiski runs away. What a wimp he is. LOL. He is about 10 times bigger than me.....you would think that he would not be scared of lil ol me...........he he he. I do have very sharp claws though and so does Cleo. It is bedtime, time to go lay on Moms feet for the night. I know she loves it because I keep her feet nice and warm all night. Sometimes she tries to move but I am so tired she just pushes me around until she is comfortable again and I don't move. G'nite.

Bye for now Meow, meow, Sam (the boss )

Dear Diary,

It has been a few days since I wrote here. Well not much has happened thats probably why I haven't written anything. I finally figured out that Mom isn't going to love me any less because of the new kitty being here. I think maybe that is why I was so mad. This kitten, his name is Cleo so I guess I will call him Cleo. Anyways Cleo is so funny sometimes. He is a ball of energy. Yesterday I was laying on Moms bed and she was reading a book. Cleo tried to get up on the bed right where I was laying. Well, I showed him. He got so his head was just above the top of the bed and I SMACKED him on his head and he fell off. He he he he I am so mean LOL. Then he got smart and went under the bed and came up on the other side ( I was watching for him but I lost track of him) and he got up on the bed and went right over to where Mom was reading and tried to get her to play. But she was busy so she petted him for a bit and then he left. Today Cleo and I were playing. I was hiding behind a sheet that mom has over her organ and Cleo was on the other side and we were hitting each other through the sheet. It was fun, but then I got tired of it and Cleo kept wanting to play so I grabbed him and put him on the ground. Mom must have thought I was going to hurt him because she yelled at me to "BE NICE". So I left and went to have a nap. Today Mom took this thing that I am writing on and moved it to another room. I think that she was trying to hide it on me so I couldn't write anything anymore. But I fooled her. I watched where she took it and as you can see I can still write in my journal. Well I have to go for now.


Bye for now, Meow meow, Sam (the boss cat) LOL

Dear Diary,

Hi again, its Sam. I actually played with that little furball today and it wasn't so bad. The only thing I don't like is that he has so much energy and I don't. Mom and her family laugh at him all the time. He runs into walls and attacks the floor. LOL. What a weird cat. I was never like that. That would be so unsophisticated. I am a priss......what ever that means.........thats what Mom calls me all the time anyways. It must mean something good. Oh by the way that little furball.........his name is Cleo. Anyways Cleos Mom found out that Cleo was a boy kitty not a girl kitty like she thought. LOL. Thats ok. Now he is more like me. Anyways, I have to go now.

bye for now Meow, meow, Sam ( the boss cat )

Dear Diary,

Hi its Sam again. I am not so mad today. In fact this little furball might be allright. I actually let her get near me today. Maybe she will be a playmate for me. I didn't do too much else today. Just cuddled with Mom and watched Cleo a bit. Oh and I slept and ate too. I ate some of Whiski's food. It was so funny. Mom had just put some food in Whiski's dish and Whiski was just going over to eat it but I got in front of him and started eating it instead. Guess what Whiski did? He just laid down and waited for me to finish eating what I wanted. What a good doggie he he he he he ........ Got to go for now. Will write again tomorrow.


Bye for now, Meow meow, Sam

DEAR DIARY,

I AM SO MAD RIGHT NOW I COULD HISS. I JUST WANT TO GO HIDE AND NEVER COME OUT. EVERYTHING WAS FINE UP UNTIL THIS WEEKEND. THEN WHEN BRITTANY CAME HOME FROM HER DADS SHE BROUGHT SOMETHING WITH HER. IT TURNED OUT TO BE A BALL OF FUR. SHE CALLS IT CLEO. WELL............I DO NOT LIKE HER....................THIS IS MY TERRITORY NOT HERS. I WANT HER TO GO AWAY. I AM SHOWING MY DISAPPROVAL OF CLEO BY HISSING AT HER AND SPITTING AT HER EVERY CHANCE I GET. SHE IS A "KITTEN". AND I DON'T LIKE HER IN MY HOUSE. GOOD THING SHE STAYS UPSTAIRS IN BRITTANY'S ROOM ALMOST ALL THE TIME. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT YESTERDAY SHE WAS DOWN IN THE KITCHEN (BRITTANY BROUGHT HER DOWN I DON'T KNOW WHY) AND SHE HAD THE NERVE TO EAT "MY FOOD". I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT. WHATS MORE I COULDN'T BELIEVE THAT MOM LET HER EAT SOME OF MY FOOD. WHAT A TRAITOR MOM IS BEING. OH WELL I STILL LOVE MY MOM. I HOPE THAT CLEO GETS SUCKED UP THE VACCUUM OR SOMETHING............NO I GUESS THAT IS MEAN. I JUST HOPE SHE REALIZES THAT I AM BOSS OF THIS HOUSE, MEANING I AM BOSS OF THE HUMANS AND THE DOG AND I WILL BE BOSS OF HER TOO. MAYBE SOMEDAY I WILL LIKE HER BUT NOT ANYTIME SOON. I HAVE TO GO FOR NOW. I JUST HAD TO VENT MY FEELINGS ON HERE A LITTLE BIT.

BYE FOR NOW MEOW MEOW, SAM THE BOSS CAT.