Being bold.

So, lately I have been trying to be a bit more adventurous and have been venturing out into the new house from my hiding spot. Some parts of this new house are very fun! For instance, there are these new, red sofas that I didn't have before we moved here. They are very soft, and I like them even better than my old set. These are better for making biscuits! I have been coming up to the cushion behind or next to my mum or dad and kneading away. I can get the perfect spot worked out and get cozy. How nice! Plus, my old "social" hiding spot on the dining room hairs is almost as good as it used to be! I can sit there and still watch everyone. Plus there are all sorts of new corners to snuggle up in, where Reese really can't fit to attack me. Maybe this new house isn't so bad after all. Maybe hiding isn't the best thing. We will have to wait and see first, though.

Abandoned.

Yes, that's right. My people abandoned me for more than two days! How could they do this to me if they loved me? I mean, how can they need to take a break from home and work and kitties? Aren't I sweet enough? Don't I let them pet me often enought? So what if I hide under the bed most of the time? It's safe there. What if they do this again? What if they never come back? I think I'll have a nervous breakdown. I meowed and meowed, but they didn't answer. And if they had any idea how much Reese terrorized me! It was terrible, but I decided today that I had better come out and show them what a great cat I am to keep them from ever leaving again. I've been out all night, letting them pet me and being sweet. Maybe they'll never do this again. I couldn't imagine it if they did!

Spa day!

Last night, my mom got out the brush, and I had such a good time. It was so relaxing. I had come out from my hiding spot to say hello to everyone, and Reese didn't chase me. She got out the brush, and brushed all my fur. Then she brushed me going the opposite way, and she got off all this dead, loose hair. It feels so magnificent. I feel so pampered, and tonight I actually came out to socialize again. What a bribe!

I've had it.

I really can't take it anymore. That jerk Reese won't quit abusing me. He stalks me day in and day out. If I hide in my room, he waits outside the door, knowing I have to come out for food and the litterbox. When I come out, he chases me all over the house and takes swings at me. And let me tell you, that boy throws some wild haymakers! I know cats you can call who make problems like this....go away. I swore I wouldn't do that anymore when I gave up gang life, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I tried to escape last week, but I got caught. And why does he get to go outside and not me? I tell you, it's not fair, and he is going to regret it.