Geesh!

You would think the Female Lesser Species would get it - when she gets up in the morning, and sits on the Porcelain Litter Box, I expect to get skritches. She's not doing anything important. So, I need attention.
I try to tell her that - I tell her at the top of my lungs, and she yells at me that it's too early in the morning.
All I want is some skritches and then I'd be fine.
Stupid Lesser Species.

Sad Day

It's a sad day. We've been visiting some other blogs, and noticed something in almost all of them. The Female Lesser Species looked over our paws and started to leak water out of her eyes. Even tho we don't know them very well, we want to send our mews and purrs to the family of Violet "Sprout". We had the Female Lesser Species copy this purrty picture and hope no one is mad cause we wanted to send our sympathies to them.

I'm gonna go hug the Boy now.

What's the big deal?

Ok, that Boy is here and Dizzy seems to be in seventh heaven. I, on the other hand, have lost my spot downstairs.
So, now I'm spending time upstairs where the Slobbery Hound Things chase me, and the Lesser Species just doesn't understand that I do NOT want to be picked up, but they must pet me when I ask. And then I even grace the Female Lesser Species with my presence, jumping up to let her pet me, and she had the gall to tell me to get down! I guess this thing on tv has her full attention. I would think *I* would be given full attention, but no, we have to let the Female Lesser Species watch all these strange people walk around some track. She says this only happens once every four years, and not to bother her at all during the two weeks it's going on.
I don't know what the big deal is, there aren't any cats involved, so it can't be that interesting. I mean, the Female Lesser Species COULD keep her eyes on the big picture shower and just use her hand to smooth my beautiful fur.