Have I mentioned that I hate dogs too?

It's been a while since I've had the time to update my blog, having many imporant other activities to do throughout the day, particularly since we have new neighbors under my heating pad window. I'm turning 15 next month and for my birthday, I'm hoping that my mother (aka slave) will get rid of the downstairs beasts. While they are limited to downstairs, I do hear them and, when I come down the stairs, I sometimes see them. Yuck! A few weeks ago, someone forgot to put up the baby gate and one of them CAME UPSTAIS. Yes, you can imagine how horrible that was. It ATE MY FOOD! Anyway, if any cats out there are good at fashioning weapons using foam balls, a heating pad, and a drinking fountain, please let me know.

I don't actually like cats

My mother is adding me to catster because my sisters (I shudder to even call them that) are on dogster. They like meeting other dogs. I don't like meeting other cats, or dogs for that matter. I enjoy being entertained and waited upon by humans, but I don't like cats. During the summer, I spend some time with my grandparents' cat Bubba. He's the first cat that I ever met that I haven't attempted to kill (or at least corner under a bed for a significant period of time). Other than possibly Bubba (who stares at me too much because I'm so gorgous), I don't like cats. I dare you to try to corral me!