Long ago I was adopted by my Mom. I’m going to be seven on Christmas Eve. That’s a paw and two claws! I’m wise……at least I think so. Well, with the addition of this little “spitfire”, I’ve realized some very important things.
I used to be a morning kitty and an evening kitty. I still get up really early ‘cuz Mom’s brother gets up early and he feeds us. However, I’m too tired to party late at night now. (Kind of like Mom! MOL!!!)
Toys are fun only at certain times. Steinbeck thinks toys are to be played with twenty-four hours a day!
I have certain toys I really like. Steinbeck thinks EVERYTHING is a toy……including Mom’s toes!
I like to sit in the window and watch what’s happening outside. Steinbeck has learned that trick and now he always wants to join me.
I don’t like medicine in my food but since Steinbeck came, Mom has to give me some medicine to make sure I’m safe.
I like to wait for Mom when she comes home from work. Now Steinbeck tries to join in and get all the attention.
In conclusion, it’s hard being an older brother, but I’m kind of getting used to this little one. Sometimes I have to swat him ‘cuz he’s obnoxious, but I try not to swat too hard. I’m hoping that he’ll eventually settle down. At least he doesn’t try to curl up with me when we’re both on Mom’s bed. I want to cuddle with Mom…….not him!
The two pictures above are like deja vu. The horizontal one is Steinbeck when he first discovered the refrigerator. The vertical one is Shakespeare when he discovered the refrigerator. I think this helps prove to me that Steinbeck was meant to be in our home……..in spite of what Hemingway may think right now.
Mom………..people are going to start thinking that this is all we do!
Actually, we do a lot of this. We play for a bit and then we get distracted by birds!
Don’t forget that we do a lot of this.
Shakespeare, nobody can forget that you do lots of eating!
And we also do lots of waiting for Mom to pick the catnip and bring it in for us!
We just wanted to let you readers know that in spite of Mom not turning on the computer for us, we are doing fine. Mom says she is too tired when she gets home from that work thing so she doesn’t let us play on the computer.
Maybe we should get Mom away from that work thing!
Then how could she afford treats, food and toys for us?