BIG POUT
Alfred here, with a brief update for all our fine friends.
We have a new Foss Der Kitty here. Her name is Rosalita.
She is not nice.
She is not polite.
She is very rude and bossy.
She uses very, very bad language - it's shocking.
She thinks this place is hers, even though we were here first.
She has been staying in the bedroom with the door shut, because she is so rude and mean to Clyde and me. We're happy that there's a closed door between us. Clyde and I play and play, and we have fun, and she calls us mean things through the door. She sticks her skinny little paws under the door and bats at us. Sometimes we bat back, trying to be polite, but after a while she always uses that bad, bad language again. She just doesn't know how to play nice! And Clyde and I, we are always so nice and polite to her, and she is so mean to us. It isn't fair! She gets to sleep in the bedroom on the bed and Clyde and Big Bean and I all have to sleep in the big room on the couch-bed thing. I used to love jumping up on the high bed for my tummy rubs! I jump up on the low couch-bed thing and I still get my tummy rubs, but it isn't the same. It was more exciting when I had to jump up high. And Clyde and I used to chase each other up onto the high bed and then wrestle there, and now we can't get in the door, and we have less space to chase each other around in, and no high, wide, soft thing to jump up and wrestle on.
It was strange and confusing when Annabelle left.
It will be GOOD when Rosalita leaves!
(Here's a picture of Rosalita. She's third from the bottom. Yeah, she looks sweet, and she is sweet to the Beans, but not to us. I don't know why she likes Beans and not cats!)
We have a new Foss Der Kitty here. Her name is Rosalita.
She is not nice.
She is not polite.
She is very rude and bossy.
She uses very, very bad language - it's shocking.
She thinks this place is hers, even though we were here first.
She has been staying in the bedroom with the door shut, because she is so rude and mean to Clyde and me. We're happy that there's a closed door between us. Clyde and I play and play, and we have fun, and she calls us mean things through the door. She sticks her skinny little paws under the door and bats at us. Sometimes we bat back, trying to be polite, but after a while she always uses that bad, bad language again. She just doesn't know how to play nice! And Clyde and I, we are always so nice and polite to her, and she is so mean to us. It isn't fair! She gets to sleep in the bedroom on the bed and Clyde and Big Bean and I all have to sleep in the big room on the couch-bed thing. I used to love jumping up on the high bed for my tummy rubs! I jump up on the low couch-bed thing and I still get my tummy rubs, but it isn't the same. It was more exciting when I had to jump up high. And Clyde and I used to chase each other up onto the high bed and then wrestle there, and now we can't get in the door, and we have less space to chase each other around in, and no high, wide, soft thing to jump up and wrestle on.
It was strange and confusing when Annabelle left.
It will be GOOD when Rosalita leaves!
(Here's a picture of Rosalita. She's third from the bottom. Yeah, she looks sweet, and she is sweet to the Beans, but not to us. I don't know why she likes Beans and not cats!)