Being gotted

My Daddy likes to get me. He picks me up and cradles me in his arms and talks to me. I keep trying to tell him I don't like to be gotted, but he doesn't believe me. He doesn't believe me because I purr. I always purr when my humans pay attention to me. I can't help it. It's a curse. So Daddy gets me, and I'm trying to tell him: "Put me down! Let me go!" But I'm purring at the same time, so Daddy just laughs. Sometimes he rocks me in his arms and sings "Rockabye Kitty" to me.

My Daddy is silly sometimes.

Balcony kitty!

Mew, mew, mew! I can go out on the balcony again! The humans put some wood stuff between our balcony and the next-door balcony to stop me from going over there. I am disappointed that I can't go next door and visit the kitty that lives there, but at least I can go out on my own balcony again. Purr.

Intro

Meows! I already have a livejournal (http://www.livejournal.com/users/callimonster/) but I decided I'd have one here too. I am Calli. I am cute. I am pretty. I am a good kitty. My human tells me all these things, so they must be true, don't you think?

My human won't let me out on the balcony because she says the humans next door don't want me to visit them. Why wouldn't they want a visit from someone as adorable as I am? Hmph. Stupid humans.