For the first year of my life, I was a happy kitten. Then came the interloper, my brother Nefertiti. It was hard, but I learned to adjust. He’s not too bad but every now and then he remembers I tried to eat him when he first came home and swipes a paw at me. Since his paws are tiny, this is no biggie.
Now we have two more additions to the family this year. First, the grandkitten, Brooklyn. She’s quite feisty and actually had the audacity to hiss at me! Me, the older and clearly more superior cat. How rude. Maybe she didn’t take it well when I tried to eat her.
Next comes Ms. Cookie. I haven’t actually had to share space with her since she is my human’s sister’s dog, but really! The whole concept of having a dog in the family just doesn’t sit well with me. We are a cat family and this should be followed by all. Anyone getting a dog should just be disowned.
I may forgive auntie since Cookie tries to act like a cat. She grooms herself and everything.
I’ll give it some thought after my nap…