Nothing much is new around here. My human still keeps trying to get mats out of my fur. I still keep biting her when she does. She says she doesn't have enough money to take me to the groomer or to the v*t to get a haircut. I'm not happy to hear she doesn't have much money (because when she has money, she buys expensive kitty food that I absolutely loooove!) but I'm glad I'm not being dragged off somewhere to get a haircut.
My sister
callimonster's birthday was last week. Mine is next week. I will be ten years old. I will not be a senior cat. I will be a middle-aged cat. I intend to live for a long, long time and make my human wait on me hand and paw the entire time.
My friend Tiger, who lives upstairs, came to the door and mrrp'd at me to come out and play. I didn't want to go out and play, so I growled at him. I also don't like it when he comes into my hallway. That hallway is MY territory! Anyway, Meowmie said that it was mean for me to growl at Tiger. Humans don't understand the first thing about why we cats behave the way we do.