Shew Fly

I feel bad for Maisy because Petey and Cammy gang up on her and they are all always fighting. I try to take it easy on her when I can, unless she's gooses me (like when I'm eating her dog food) or gets too far into my personal space. At bedtime, I used to be my mom's cuddle bud and we had a routine but since Maisy came I keep some distance. We are all venturing in sharing bed time with our parents... but sometimes Maisy wants to cuddle with me. I can't sell out like that - though sometimes I will let her sleep next to me - just not TOO closely!

I'm a Sucka

Well, after two whole days of not purring or visiting my mom or dad, I have realized how much I miss being the center of attention. I am purring again, just not as much, and have been lurking in the shadows. Still not too keen on Maisy, but I think she is here to stay and know I can't ignore my family for the rest of my life. Hey, a cat's gotta eat, ya know!? Plus, I think my parents are trying to make up for lost time, and are offering me even more treats than usual!!

What is This?!

Umm ok... so I thought I was finally becoming the King of the house again, when my mom & dad brought in another little biting machine. I want nothing to do with Maisy, the new puppy. I was sitting in the kitchen when she arrived, so I was peeking at her from behind the island. Once she spotted me, she chased me around the kitchen and banished me to upstairs. Well, maybe she didn't force me to stay upstairs, but she made me want to hide and not come around anyone. I haven't purred since Maisy got here. That's weird because normally I love to give kisses, snuggles, and loud purrs. My mom is worried about me, but I am mad at them. I hold grudges. I've even denied eating ham and turkey - I almost forgot about my grudge when mom was handing me the goodies. I opened my mouth halfway then remembered, and turned my head so she would know I meant business. Maybe one day I will come around, but for now, I am not giving in.

Whoa Doggie!

I've been stuck upstairs for almost 3 months now, since we moved into our new house. Cypress, the dog, is always running around wild and scaring me and my friends. Everyday I've been inching down the stairs, usually 2 stairs at a time, in hopes that Cypress will chill out and let us all hang out with mom & dad. Yesterday I was on the landing of the stairs, sitting there like a good boy, and up comes running Crazy Grammies (aka Cyp) - I had to whack her a few times in the face to show her whose really in charge. Just because we don't want to hang around a hyper dog doesn't mean we don't want to be able to roam our house whenever and wherever we want!