Mousy Toyz

ME-OW. The girl is in a bad mood...she doesn't even want to pet me. I was sitting on her shoulder, purring (like always) and she shooed me down. Shooed me. I never...well maybe that one time. Ok, so I did try to bite her forehead, but still...shooed? C'mon.

Whatever, I am over it, I found a mousy toy, I know it isn't a real mouse, but it is the closest I'll ever get to a real one...she doesn't even let me outside...ever. I suppose that is good though, there was a cat outside yesterday, and I had to puff up my tail so it looked more like the other cats. I also tried growling, but I don't think it heard me...oh, well...who cares.

But back to the girl...and her mood. I tried bringing her the mousy toy, but she didn't want it. She was trying to type for a while, but I am pretty sure I made her give up on that.. (well, so what if I felt like sitting on the keyboard...it is MY house after all.)

Now, sometimes she calls me monkey...and I am fairly sure she knows that I am NOT a monkey, but one can never be too careful, so I usually purr very loud when she calls me that...monkey's don't purr, do they? Oooh, wait.....I'll be back...

Sorry, she threw the mousy toy, and I had to run after it...then of course I realized it appeared that I was playing, so I left it alone and nonchalantly came back to the computer. She hadn't started typing again, so I am good.

I wish I knew what was wrong with the girrrrrrrl...oh, now she wants to pet me...she stillll seems upset, but who am I to rrrrrresist some nice scrrrrrrratching...

Laterrrrrrrrr

Baby Kitty

It Is All About Me

Well, the girl (hey, if she can call me "baby kitty" I can call her "the girl") finally let me get on the computer to type something...oooh, mouse. Wait, I know...not that kind of mouse. Fine.

So I spent the last few days pondering my existance here in this (yet again) new home. It is much smaller than the last one, but at least I have more than one room to be in. But the girl closes the door to the room with the most water...wait, shhh...what was that noise? Nevermind, I have puffed my tail in case anyone comes in...anyways, she closes the door to the water room all the time so I can't make any mischief in there...what is that about?

There are also none of those OTHER animals here, like there were after the scary ride...we may have even not been on the ground, I don't know...I felt really good during the ride, but I don't remember too much of it. So, basically, I like this place. I can control the world from the big opening by my chair, or sometimes I control what happens from my high perch near the ceiling. Whereverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......

Sorry, the girl came over and started scratching and I started purring...it was all over from then, but my mind control made her stop. I have to finish writing soon though, before she comes back again. Now, where was I? Eh...doesn't matter...oh, wait, controlling the world. Yeah...so I have decided that I will begin working on the girl, it takes a while with her, but eventually she learns. I like to have things a certain way. For example, the other day there was someone sitting on my chair. So I stared at them for like 7 hours...when that human refused to move I sat on the OTHER chair staring at the fuzzy weird thing for another 7 hours (or five minutes...whatever) Anyway, finally the girl moved the fuzzy weird thing and I could sit on the chair...even though it was the wrong chair. I thought the other human might be smart enough to realize she was on MY chair, but I guess not...oh well...

Uh oh, herrre comes the girrrrrrl again....must. Resist. Scrrrrrratching.....oh well...I was borrrrrrred with this anyway. Later.

-- Baby Kitty (hey, I didn't say I hated the nickname...)