So... About a few months ago, this new cat comes on my turf one day, and Mom tells me I have a new playmate and will be staying with us from now on. Too bad it's not one of the bunnies from the mansion. Damn. It has been a few months now and apparently she’s not going anywhere soon since her human mom and big sister stays with us too. She’s quite the cougar I’d say, about 5 or 6 years old in human years I think. She’s quite voluptuous, all black with just a small patch of white on her chest, and have the most piercing emerald eyes a cat can have. She is kinda hot. However, occasionally, she swats at Mom and randomly hisses at people as they walk by.
Since I’m a youngster, I like to play. A lot. She, on the other hand is not quite so into being playful. Therefore, sometimes I get accused of harassing her at times. I chase her around the place, up the stairs, down the stairs, in to the bathroom, and out the door. Gotta find a way to entertain myself, y’know. I eat her food, and use her litter box. Yea… I’m a bad boy, what’s not to love? Occasionally, my human mom would accuse me of being a “peeping tom,” well, I am a tom after all. Wait… Not so much anymore since they had me fixed. I want my balls back dammit!
Even though it’s been a few months things are getting a little better now though, but still bump heads and chasing each other around a bit. She only chases me ‘cause I get in her business a lot. We kinda share the same feeding station now, but don’t eat at the same time. It’d be better if we were on the same diet, but we’re not: I’m till on kitten food and she’s on something that’s supposed to keep her from having fur balls. She’s also got quite taken to my litter box recently as well, but unfortunately, that means more work for Mom.
Seriously though, it sucks sometimes, ‘cause between Mom taking care of her human baby, my “little brother” and dealing with the introduction of this new playmate of mine, I don’t get to be the only attention hog in the house anymore. Bummer. At least I got the chair and some times when Mom’s friends come over to visit, I get to be picked up, petted, doted on, and be told how soft my fur is. Ah, ‘tis the life of feline like me. -
Since I’m a youngster, I like to play. A lot. She, on the other hand is not quite so into being playful. Therefore, sometimes I get accused of harassing her at times. I chase her around the place, up the stairs, down the stairs, in to the bathroom, and out the door. Gotta find a way to entertain myself, y’know. I eat her food, and use her litter box. Yea… I’m a bad boy, what’s not to love? Occasionally, my human mom would accuse me of being a “peeping tom,” well, I am a tom after all. Wait… Not so much anymore since they had me fixed. I want my balls back dammit!
Even though it’s been a few months things are getting a little better now though, but still bump heads and chasing each other around a bit. She only chases me ‘cause I get in her business a lot. We kinda share the same feeding station now, but don’t eat at the same time. It’d be better if we were on the same diet, but we’re not: I’m till on kitten food and she’s on something that’s supposed to keep her from having fur balls. She’s also got quite taken to my litter box recently as well, but unfortunately, that means more work for Mom.
Seriously though, it sucks sometimes, ‘cause between Mom taking care of her human baby, my “little brother” and dealing with the introduction of this new playmate of mine, I don’t get to be the only attention hog in the house anymore. Bummer. At least I got the chair and some times when Mom’s friends come over to visit, I get to be picked up, petted, doted on, and be told how soft my fur is. Ah, ‘tis the life of feline like me. -