Snow

The snow finally came.  I was waiting and waiting, looking out the window every day for it to come.  Usually there is some by the time Santa comes.  But this year Santa came and went away again and there was no snow.  A few weeks ago, we got a little, but it was only a little and was gone in a few days.  The snow came yesterday and came down even after it was dark.

Snow is fluffy.  When Mommy lets me go outside, which she hardly ever does, I like to watch my feet in the snow.  I stick my paws in then I take one out and shake it.  Today the yard is so white.  It is pretty.  I wish Mommy would let me go play in it.

I love snow because I love water.  I love to drink water so much that I will get in the kitchen sink to drink it.  Mommy and Daddy hate that.  When I drink water out of the bowl, I like to pretend I am swimming.  I put my head down then paw at each side of the bowl.  Mommy says I look like a bull going for a red cape - whatever that means.

Monster gets to go outside.  I'm so jealous.  I watch him as he goes bounding through the snow with Daddy so he can make poo.  When he comes running back in, I yell at him.  Mommy and Daddy usually think he is trying to eat me so they yell at him too.  I guess it's not all bad.

With lots and lots of love,
Baby Kitty




Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow.  It is fun.

I love to eat and lick the snow.  When it is falling from the sky I bite it all.  It is fun.

I lick it on the ground.  Daddy tells me not to eat the yellow snow.  But I think it has flavor.

Having fun,
Sweet Boy




You have got to be kidding me.  It's frozen WATER in the big never-ending outside.  What's there to like?  These two are idiots.

-Mr. Antisocial

Being Good For Santa Claws

It is that time of year that Mommy tells us to be good so Santa Claws will give us presents.  So us kitties have been very good.  Mommy has not been feeling good for many, many days now. So we have been taking care of her.

Whenever she lays down, we lay on top of her to take away the sickies.  We purr to her because purring makes us feel good so it must make her feel good.  We give her cat massage.  She likes it better when Mr. Antisocial does it because she says I go too fast, but he is so slow he falls asleep.  I don't know what we did wrong, but instead of getting better, she shared it with the Daddy and still feels bad.

Monster has not been good.  He still chases us.  He sometimes puts his mouth on my neck.  So I yell, yell, yell so Mommy and the Daddy hear me.  Sometimes I yell when the Monster looks at me.  They yell at him and I laugh because I got him in trouble.  It is fun getting him in trouble.

With lots and lots of love,
Baby Kitty




Halloween came.  I got to pass out candy to a lot of short people, and they petted me.  It was fun.

I graduated from school.  My teacher gave Mommy and Daddy my diploma.  They won't give it to me because they think I will eat it.  I bet it is tasty.  My teacher then invited me over to play with some other puppies.  It was fun.

Mommy got sick and stayed home with me for some days.  It was fun.

Daddy then got sick and stayed home with me for some days.  It was fun.

Thanksgiving came.  Someone Mommy called "Ant" gave me rice and turkey bone.  It was so yummy.  My tummy didn't like it and gave it back to Mommy and Daddy the next day, but it was fun.

Daddy brought a lot of pretty things from the attic.  He says it is for something called Criss Mas.  He and Mommy are going to decorate the house this weekend.  Mommy wants to take me to get my picture taken with someone called Santa Claws.  She says he will give me presents for Criss Mas. I hope it is a bone.  It will be fun.

Having fun,
Sweet Boy




It is cold.  I want to hide under the blanket.  But I'm stuck doing this crap.  I'm outta here.

- Mr. Antisocial

We Are Pets, And We Rule

Mommy thought we should make a blog of what we do.  She says it is like a diary where we get to talk about things we do and think.  I love talking so I think it is a great idea. 

I am Baby Kitty.  I am the second oldest.  Mr. Antisocial is my brother.  He is the oldest.  He is 9 years old and I am 8 years old.  We have a new baby brother that Mommy calls Sweet Boy.  We call him Monster.  He chases us all the time and tries to eat me.  During the day, he stays in the kitchen and we stay in the basement while Mommy and Daddy go to The Place.  I yell at Monster a lot, and Mr Antisocial smacks him - well, when Mr Antisocial is upstairs.  He hates Monster and hides in the basement or behind the couch a lot.  He hates everything and new people.

We like it when it is Monster's dinner time.  Mommy and Daddy put him in a cage.  I like to sit in front of the cage and tease him when he can't get me.  It is fun.  I like it when it is Night Night time and he is in the cage trying to sleep.  If I can get out of the bedroom, I sit in front of his cage and tease him again so he can't sleep. He cries and yells back at me but he can't get me. It is fun.  I don't know why Mommy and Daddy don't like it.

I like to talk on the phone.  Whenever it rings, I talk really loudly so the person that made it ring can hear me. Sometimes it is Gandma, and Mommy will let her talk to me.  She tells me Hello and to be a good girl.  I think it is silly she tells me to be a good girl because I always am.  And I'm cute.

I love everybody.  I love to sniff them and give them kisses.

With lots and lots of love,
Baby Kitty

I love this idea.  I love my Mommy and Daddy.  I go to school to play with other puppies.  My teacher gives me chicken and cheese.  I love chicken and cheese.  I know how to sit, lay down, stay, leave it (that one is hard because food is so yummy).  I am learning to watch Mommy and Daddy when I walk.  That one is hard because I love to look around... SQUIRREL.  That one is hard.

I was sick yesterday.  My tummy did not feel good.  The food and water did not taste good.  So I took it out of my tummy and gave it back to Mommy and Daddy.  They didn't want it.

Today I went to school and then played in the yard with Daddy.

Having fun,
Sweet Boy

I hate this.

- Mr. Antisocial