I am little man...

I am little man and so I have been treated for a year. That is until one fateful day last week when my humans decided to bring home a pest. It cries too much and smells, but worst of all, it wants all my toys for itself.

Now, don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with other cats; so long as they are on the other side of the window. As long as he doesnt touch any of my napping spots, go near my food or potty, or play with any of my toys, I'm sure it wont be too bad having him around.

I guess life has been pretty dull lately. I've been bored, but my toys just dont seem to satisfy me like they used to.

Mama let him out this morning. He really is a brat, getting into everything of mine. I was quite happy when mama finally put him up. He was being too much of a pain. She came out of the room and I would not let her put me down for a good 10 minutes. I hope that doesn't change. I hope she doesn't forget about me. If she does, I'll have to devise a devilish scheme to get him in trouble. muahahaha!