The Madness Continues

... not my litter box, too!!!!!! Somebody stop this brat, he's out of control!

The New Guy

Do boys stink or what?
And what's with the peeing out of his littler box??? How can they even consider doing such a thing?
And the attitude, oh my, the attitude!!!
He's cute alright, but c'mon, give me a break, stealing my food?
It's bad enough not having food available all the time because of Fatso (Abigail), now when I do get some I have to put up with that little furball trying to nick it.
And the sheer fearlessness of the little guy, the lack of respect! The total disregard for the rules!
I must say I used to see the house as this haven of feminality, you know, me, the girls, Mom, we were like these free Amazon-like entities, everything was peaceful, tidy, smelled nice.
Now DEd's got an ally just as messy as he is.
Madness, I tell you.
Madness!

The "F" word

I'm suspicious of something. I think my Mom has the forbidden "F" word: FLEAS! She was scratching and with red marks, she says mosquitos did it, but, uh, I don't know.... aren't mosquitos harmless living toys? I've never heard of any cat being bitten by a mosquito. I think she's just saying that so we don't tell Dad and ask him to give her that same product she once put on us, on the back of our necks. But the point really is, how did she get them??? Was she playing with a strange cat, or even worse, a strange dog??? Or doves, I once heard that doves also can have fleas. Or maybe humans have fleas and we poor animals get them because humans hug us. I have to do some further reaserch on that. Right now Mom is giving treats, yey! I'm not gonna let her hold me, though, just in case...

Midnight Chat

Last night was so cool! My Mom woke up around 5 o'clock in the morning, because she couldn't sleep (go figure...) so she came to the living room to play with us and brush us a little. So I sat right next to her on the sofa and we talked so much, I mean, I did most of the talking, I was meowing, and meowing, I just love chatting!
Well, after some time she went back to bed, and so did I.
I love it when Mom has this thing called insomnia, I wish she had it more often so we could chat in the middle of the night more often, too! She doesn't really enjoy it when I try to have a talk while she's asleep, you know...