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!)