I miss Daddy...

I mean, err...my Lap. I'm not really sentimental. I do have a tough image to maintain, of course. I've tried asking Mother where he is, but she just keeps saying, "He'll be home soon, Minna...stop worrying." Well, he still isn't home and I'm beginning to think she's not telling the truth.

On a lighter note, I did make her cave and give me wet food Friday night instead of this morning. She is SO wrapped around my little paw. Mwahahaha.

Jingle Part Deux

Since I last wrote, I was successful in removing another collar. Once again, she took out the old collar and put it on me. She didn't go and buy me new tags and collar as quickly this time. She mumbled something about it was too much money. About 2 days later, the lady from next door appeared with my collar. Foiled again! The collar was beyond repair and the tags had been chewed a bit by the lawnmower, but Mommy did put them on the old collar in place of the old tags. And just out of spite, she added an extra bell to my collar! She is truly evil sometimes. To make it worse, Padmé makes fun of all the noise I now make as I go around the house. *sighs* I must plan my next "accidental" collar loss.

Jingles

Mwhaha. I managed to escape from another collar and set of tags. I can't stand all that jingling! I can't sneak up on prey like that! What is that woman thinking putting that crap around my neck! I strolled in quite stealthily without the jingle, and she pinned me down and threw an old trashy looking one on me! She said it was my old tags (which happened to get chewed up by the lawn mower) and that I would just have to look like a street kitty til she could find mine or buy new ones. Bah. I must start losing them more often so she can't afford to keep buying them. :

Mommy and the big black box

Well, she was staring at the big black box again most of last night. She excitedly came home with a shiny package. She opened it, drooled over it for some time, then opened one of the smaller packages inside, took something out, and put it into that slot beneath the black box. Bright colors were flickering on the box and it was LOUD. I think she was sitting far too close to the box...that can't be good for her. I heard her mumble something to me about the house needing to be cleaned but that it would have to wait...which doesn't bother me as long as my food dish is full and the litter box is clean.

Day 1283

I swear Mommy tries to torment me. This evening is a perfect example. She came home from work, and I had been in the house for several hours waiting to escape outside. I woke up from her side of the bed (of course) and began telling her I was wanting to go out. She petted me and nodded and mumbled something about waiting til Daddy was home. BAH! I wanted out THEN! I hate when she does things like that just because she can. If Padmé cries for 2 seconds, doors fly open all over the house! Perhaps I need to make my meows more pitiful and kitten-like...yes, that's it...play dumb and innocent like she does.