Mission Completed!

Misty is... drum roll please... a friend! That is my conclusion. After the time she hopped on my back and wouldn't get off until I tickled her ears with my bushy tail, I decided she would be a good playmate, even if she was small. Actually, I'm glad she is small, because it makes trying to sneak up on her so much harder! She can fit into places that I wouldn't dream of trying to fit in, and don't get me started on how easily she dodges when we play fight! Emilie is really exited that Misty and I are getting along, and I am too, even if it gives Emilie a chance to say "I told you so!" However, it is still going to take me a while to get used to a kitten sleeping on my back. Every time I try to take a nap, there is Misty, right on top of me, the second I lie down! Oh well... *Yaawwn!* Talking about sleep is making me tired... hello Misty.... Nap time... ZZzzzzzz.

Friend or Foe?

What do you do when a cute fluffy kitten gets adopted by your owner? That's what happened to me. Emilie told me that now I would have a friend, but I didn't need one! Besides, that little fluff of gray fur can't play at all! Plus, every time I want to cuddle on anyone's lap these days, that sneaky kit (now called Misty) is already there, and all I get is a scolding!

      "Smores, you're scaring Misty!"

 "No jumping! Misty will get hurt!"

"Bad boy! Now look, Misty is scared!

Now I have a mission: To find out if Misty is my friend, or my enemy!! I'll give you more news soon, but  I have to hurry or else Misty will get to the cozy armchair first!

(P.S. My only happiness is that the little mini cat has to eat a special kitten food because she is so teeny, so I get all the tuna!)

Box Mazes

We moved!! I still don't know where we are, but we didn't move to that horrid place! The new house is HUGE, at least that's what I heard. So far all I see are boxes, boxes, and more boxes. I get lost every time I try to move from the kitchen to the living room! Out of the million boxes here, one has my kitty bed (But I usually sleep with Emilie), my food and water bowl, and all of my toys! I'm so worried it'll be lost - I love my toys!! Whew, all this worrying is making me hungry. I hope somebody hears me yowling and comes to the rescue, armed with food! If not, I'll go find a bed to sleep on, preferably with a person on it. Bye! Now, do I go left, or...  

Yikes

U see, before I was put in a shelter, I lived in alleyways that were dark and smelly. I lived in an alley in a town called......oh, what's it called? Sorry, I forgot. Anyway, it was horrible! (I'll tell you more details later.) But then the shelter found me, and at the same time Emilie and her family were on a trip over the summer and they adopted me. I caused so much mischief on the plane, I'll tell you that. But here I am, and everything turned out OK. I can't help being worried that we're moving to that place. I have enemies there, bad ones. Oh, this is making me a lot more worried. Ugh. Maybe a walk will help me calm down. At least, its worth a try. Well, next time I post we might have already moved, but, I'm not necessarily sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.....
Anyways, See U!

Good News & Bad News

I have good news and bad news. I'll tell you the bad news first: Sadly, I woke up. Well, it IS bad news. Anyway, the good news is I'm coming with Emilie! At first, her mom said no and I was SO scared. Thankfully, Emilie convinced her to let me come. Whew.
But, Emilie has been feeling....how do they say it....under the weather. I think she is scared about moving. Or maybe worried. If she is, I am. Hopefully she will tell me where we are moving. It'll take a lot off my mind if she does. Unless....never mind. *Shudders* I don't even want to think that. And I'm off! To the kitchen, HO! Yum.

Moving

I'm so sad. Emilie is moving! What if she doesn't take me with her? Will she give me back to the shelter? Ohh! What am I going to do? I wish someone would tell me what's going to happen to me!! I know! I'll take a nap. That will calm me down. *Yawn* As a matter of fact, I'm tired. See you when I wake up...... in a century. 'Nighty 'Night!

Brrr!

Oh, its so cold! I wish it was summer and I could lie on my back and sleep in the sun. But no, it has to be winter, and cold, cold, cold! Sadly, yesterday I had to spend the WHOLE NIGHT OUTSIDE! In the morning I was so cold, I could have been an popsicle! Thankfully though, right now I am on a rug in front of the fire, with Emilie stroking my back and occasionally scratching my chin. And then this good moment is ruined. Emilie's friends had come to play with her in the snow. She quickly slips on her coat, boots, gloves, and hat, and rushes outside. Why would she go off in the freezing winter weather, when she can sit in front of the warm fire, I will never know. Humph. Well, its her choice. And my choice is to stretch in front of the fire and dream of summer.
When I wake up I will probably be grumpy, because it will be winter again. 'Night.