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