The Kittens are Gone!

Where did the baby cats go? They left yesterday and I don't know what to do now! I must go attack the big kitties then! Yay! Playtime!

Happy Mom's Day!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

Latest Pictures of ME!

Mom took these pictures of me this week!

Me at home...

Raw Meat, Yummy!

Yum! Smack! Delicious! This raw hamburger is the MOST delicious thing I've ever eaten! Oh, and the milk is to DIE FOR! The 'rents are the best thing that's ever happened to me! I'm a spoiled little boy!

The Little Human

There's a chubby little human that lives at my house. It screams a LOT! It used to avoid me but now it thinks that it can pick my up by my ear, my tail, my whiskers... I don't understand what happened! I used to be able to walk anywhere I wanted, eat anything I wanted, and now... well, it grabs anything it wants! Scream, yank, chase, HELP!!! I'm plotting my revenge!!!

One day I ran up and bit it on the round part of it's face... what a screech it let out then! I thought it would have been my revenge but aparently this tiny human is SMART! Maybe when it's dirty one day I'll shed all over it and give it fur... see how it likes that! Just have to watch out for those hands, it is good at hitting EVERYONE with whatever it's holding...

I must perfect my running and jumping skills! One day I'll climb the curtains and laugh at it hard! Mom/Dad save me please!!!

Feliz Cinco De Mayo!

They learned to eat meat....

Yeah, there are babies at my house, little baby cats. I know I'm still young, but these guys are babies! They're learning to eat meat now and every time I try to stuff my face with the delicious juices and plump meat that Mom gives me, I get little growls and teeny tiny paws with needles in them attacking me. Life has become much more difficult in the past week. I used to be spoiled because I couldn't find the food on my own, but now that I've grown up a bit I can find things easier so the "parents" have let me eat with less supervision. It was all well and good until these guys stopped getting all of their nutrition from their mom. Now, I must run, find the food, and flip out so that they'll stay away from me. Guess what, it doesn't work. They'd go for that meat if a great dane were guarding it with it's life. No fear. They have none whatsoever. I know I wasn't like that!

Oops, I hear Mom in the kitchen! I'd better get out there before those needles with fur attack everything in sight! Have a great night, I'll be back later, there's ALWAYS something happening here!

-Sir