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