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Now that I'm finally used to me and mommy's new house, it's pretty fun!! The floors are made out of wood, so I can run really fast and slide on them. Mirrar, the other kitty that lives with us, has a really neat toy that's a ball with feathers on it. I like to kill it. KILL!! Mirrar used to hate me and mommy, but she's stopped hissing at me and follows mommy around now wanting to be petted and purring. It makes me jealous. I'm afraid mommy will start to love Mirrar more than me!! But then I just remember, I'm skinny and little and cute, and I groom myself all the time so I'm clean and don't shed. Mirrar is a little rolly log cat that sheds everywhere and doesn't know how to clean her butt. Why would mommy ever love her more than me??
Mommy makes fun of me because I sniff Mirrar's butt when she goes out the kitty door to the garage, but I won't follow her out. I'll come back IN through the kitty door, but I just sit and cry by the people door until someone lets me out into the garage. I'm not dumb, I can use the door...but why should I when I can just make mommy do it?? Humans are so silly sometimes =D
Mommy makes fun of me because I sniff Mirrar's butt when she goes out the kitty door to the garage, but I won't follow her out. I'll come back IN through the kitty door, but I just sit and cry by the people door until someone lets me out into the garage. I'm not dumb, I can use the door...but why should I when I can just make mommy do it?? Humans are so silly sometimes =D