Hello

My brother is getting all of the atttenttion so I decided to write my own diary entry today. My brother already told everyone about our bath. I hate baths. My mommy is mean and puts Binky and I in the tub at the same time. Shes is very proud about that. She says not many people can do that. I complain the whole time. Mommy says Im a wimp, but she still loves me. She is used to me being a whinner. Mommy tells me that she is one of the only people who would put up with my silliness. I wonder what she means. Love Katie

Hello My Friends.

I know I havent been around in awhile. I just thought Id say hello. I have been good. My mommy has been busy taking a lot of photographs of Binky and I. My mommy added some to the photo contests. Check them out please and vote for us. Love Katie

My First Entry

My mommy decided that since my brother has a diary I should get one too. I havent had as much happen to me as my brother in the last few months, but I always have something to say. Expecially if I'm hungry!

Well I will tell you a bit about myself. I am a strange cat as my momm calls me. I love to crawl up walls around 9pm every night when I get a jolt of energy. I love to clime up the bathroom door molding the most. I love Dunkin Donut muffins. I actually dont eat them. I just love the wrappers and get them anyway I can. My mommy isnt sure why. I love to sleep at my moms feet every night. I am a straw lover. I steal them from my mommies cups when she is done with them or my mommy gives them to me. I also love to give my mommy hugs. I like to put my arms around her neck and cuddle up as much as possible. I also love to droll in my mommies hair and basically I love to get my way.

As far as of late I have had to put up with a kitten that my mommy is watching while my Auntie is in Poland for two weeks. I hiss at her as much as possible. I am not very friendly with other cats or dogs. It takes me months til I like them. It took me a few months with Binky too. Now I love my brother. The first time I met Binky he came up to me to give me a kiss and I hissed at him. I did the same thing when he returned home again. He came up to me and I licked his head and hissed at him. He didnt taste like himslf. He was very greasy, because he hadnt bathed himself. He was too busy pulling his hair out. After a bath I liked him better and I was glad to have him home again. He wasnt surprised with my hissing he could have cared less. Love Katie