Just being Meowself

I am so good at being bad. I ruined my sisters good pair of black leather shoes. That's right, by peeing on them! I also got her boyfriend's sneakers. If these people would just hold me when I want them to, I wouldn't have to pee on their stuff.

Another bad day

Man. I'm having fun this week. The humans tossed the so-called clean towels back into the washer and cloroxed the basket, but I'll bet they didn't expect me to pee in the other basket too!! I peed all over pink and red and orange towels this time, and a brand new bed spread. They had to wash those too! I'm so proud of myself! I also like to lay in the driveway while they are trying to drive the big vehicle thingy up in, because one of them has to get out of the car, and pick me up so I don't get runned over. Hey, what do I care? They see me, and then I get held! Or, I like to stay out of sight behind the car while they are backing it up, because, again, somebody always gets out and picks me up to move me. These fleas are really itchy. But I don't want anymore of that advantage stuff. It's fun to watch the humans itch. It's payback for not staying seated somewhere and holding me on their lap. I wonder what I'll do bad today, since it is early yet...

Still a bad day

I'm grounded now. My mom just came in from outside and told my sister (the person who put my pictures on here. We consider her my sister since she's only 4 years older than me) that I was just crossing the road and a car had to slow down, and apparently they beeped their horn at me (I didn't hear it. I think they're lying). Sis said I was lucky that they slowed down and didn't speed up. She said not many people like cats, and they won't hesitate to run them over, and that I should know that. I was hit by a car severeal years ago. The humans didn't know about it, they just knew that I'd been missing for 2 days. My mom came down to the driveway to get the mail, and I used my loudest meow to get her attention. I had been lying in the ditch for those 2 1/2 days. Mom said that if it had rained, I would have drowned. My pelvis was shattered, but I somehow had to figure out a way to follow mom all over the house. So I dragged myself with my front claws, and pooped under mom's bed (I knew she would like that). Sis says I haven't learned my lesson. What's a lesson?

Bad day

I am 17 years old, and I own this house. I am queen and nobody can tell me otherwise. When I'm on my mom's lap, I slap any other kitty that comes near her. This morning, I got sprayed with the squirt gun because I decided to pee in a basket of clean towels. Needless to say, I got punished by being put on the back porch. I don't regret it. But the least they could have done is put me in my room. Yes, I have my own room. Mostly because I forbid to use any litterbox any other cat has used. Even if the humans wash them out, I can still smell their stench. I am constantly being taken off the dining room table. Then I get taken off the chest, then the end table, then the dining room table again. They can't tell me what to do! I am queen.