Sunday, May 13, 2007

Mother's Day invasion

Oh no. I could swear I heard a tiny "mew" coming from Little Girl's bedroom. That would explain why they put me out on the patio last night with a WHOLE BOWL full of wet food. (They usually dole that stuff out a couple of tablespoons at a time, like it was pure gold or something. Sheesh.)

Excuse me while I go gag up some fur balls.

Elizabeth the Cat


PPB said...

I would tell you it will get better, but I'd be lying. Stinking fur ball has his own blog, and I have to resort to stealing the human's identity. Hold strong, Elizabeth. I did a long hunger strike, but it didn't really work. Hope you have better luck, and whatever you do HOLD STRONG TO THE LITTERBOX. Once the midget starts in on it, there's no turning back.

Presbyterian Gal said...

Girlkitty gave the smartest advice. If you are not FIRST to that litterbox in the morning then you have to spend the day at the fur ball's beck and call. I sit while right next to Always Talking Lady until she's done scooping. Then I get busy. That way Lucy has to obey me all day!
Callie, the main cat.

Serena said...

The first sibling was the worst! She conned me into letting her in ... and 2 years later, another sibling, and 2 more years and another sibling! The litter box is thing is important .. and I, early on developed "the look" that keeps them in line!
Oliver, the Alpha Cat

SpookyRach said...


Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

Can we see a picture of the intruder?

I still think that you have a big enough heart to become friends.