Being a weawwy good bwother...

This is mine pwate.
Nom nom nom nom nom...This is That Thing's pwate.
Nom nom nom nom nom...Being a good big bwother doesn't just mean taking care of That Thing when mine Mummy is away. It also means taking care of the cat sitter (mine Mummy's daddy, who is our gwandpapa) so that he doesn't wowwy.
You see, That Thing usuawwy goes off his food the first few days mine Mummy isn't awound. But Gwandpapa doesn't understand that and might get into a fwenzy wondewing why That Thing doesn't eat.
So, to pwevent him fwom wowwying, I nom up That Thing's food for him.

See, being a good bwother is such a wot of work!

We're dwiving our Mummy mad!

Wet me tell you a stowy about our foodies. Once upon a time, a vewy wong time ago, before the existence of That Thing, the world was oh so beautiful and I was the onwy kitty and king of all I survey.

At that time all the stinky goodness and fishy goodness that appeared in mine house was for me, and me awone. I had cwunchy goodness that was speciawwy meant for me, a dignified MATURE gentleMANcat.

Wook at that word circled in wed. Isn't it just meant for me?
Mature. Dignified. Genius.
And then That Thing appeared in mine house. And That Thing wasn't considewate enough to know that when you intwude into someone's house and impose youself on someone, even a gentleMANcat wike me, you shouldn't twouble others and ask for oh all sorts of things.

But well, he did. And he HAD to eat baby kitty food. So mine Mummy boughted baby kitty cwunchy goodness for him.
Ok fine.

The thing is, That Thing discovered mine dignified mature gentleMANcat cwunchy goodness and pwefered that over his own baby kitty cwunchy goodness. Ok, I've to admit, I discovered his baby kitty cwunchy goodness too, and I...well I...pwefer that to mine own dignified mature gentleMANcat cwunchy goodness.

So when mine Mummy feeds us, she'll put the pwate with the MATURE food in fwont of me, and the pwate with the baby kitty food in fwont of That Thing.
Then when she turns her back awound, we would immediatewy swap pwaces and start gobbwing away.
So mine Mummy has to sit there and hold on to us, to our wespective pwates so we don't eat each other's foodies.

And vewy soon, mine Mummy thought she's had enough of having to supervise our evewy single meal.
So she wented shopping and decided, if the baby wikes mature food and the dignified, mature genius kitty wikes baby food, she shall just buy normal ADULT kitty food. That will work out fair for both of us wouldn't it?

So she went and boughted this.The thing is, I weawwy don't know what possessed her but she went to buy the hugest packet awound, which was wike a squiwwion eats for us, before she even knows if we wike that or not!

And of course,
WE DO NOT WIKE THAT.
Never mind it says there on the wabel, "Pweferred by 80% of kitties" or whatever nonsense. It is NOT yummy at all.
Me and That Thing wefused to have even one single bit of that foodie!
We call it the cwunchy badness.

So mine Mummy is now weft with no cwunchy goodness for us and a HUGE packet of cwunchy badness.
Either she's going to have to keep her hooves cwossed that mine fwiend Mimi wikes to eat that, or she'll have to finish the entire packet on her own. Heheheh....

And now mine Mummy doesn't know what foodie to buy for us!

I hope the V-E-T wocks him up there...

That Thing is going to the V-E-T again today! Muahahahhhhaaaahhhaaa.....
I hope the V-E-T wocks him up there.

On the other paw, it may not be too bad, him being here.
Do you guys know what he did yesterday?
He asked me to help him finish up his food!
He would wather pway than eat!
I told you he's not quite wight up there in the head.
Of course being the ever helpful me, I gwadwy helped him cwean off evewything on his pwate.
I'm not sure why mine Mummy didn't wike that!
I mean, I was all fwiendwy and helpful - wasn't that what she wanted us to be?

cwoset thing...

That Thing jumped into the cwoset and did not answer when mine Mummy called him.
Siwwy Thing!
I knew where he was but mine Mummy never asked me nicewy.
So mine Mummy gotted herself into a fwenzy because she thought he's disappeared into thin air.
It was actuawwy quite funny to see mine Mummy searching high and wow for him. Ha.
Which is why I say I'm a genius and he is a siwwy Thing.
I would definitewy answer mine Mummy when she calls.

Mine Mummy's fwiend came today, and when she saw me, she said I'm thinner than the wast time she saw me!
Did you hear that Mummy? Fill up mine food bowl!
The V-E-T needed her eyes checked when she called me pudgy!

The Thing...

This Thing stole mine food!!!!!!
I've been waided!
Injustice!!!!Thank goodness he doesn't seem to wike the cwunchy goodness. But perhaps it's because he's still got tiny kitty teeth, not wike mine stwong mancat ones. Mine Mummy has to mash the stinky goodness up with some water before he eats it easiwy.

Ok, but I think The Thing is not quite wight up there in the mind.
Which MALE kitty in their wight mind would awwow someone to put a PINK shirt on them?
And wear that PINK shirt so happiwy awound!
Because I'm never going to be seen together with This Thing, this is the best thing I can do to show you how big he is as compared to me.
The PTU which The Thing is standing on, fits me just nice, not much woom weft to move awound.
And wooky at him on the PTU! It wooks simpwy enormous for him!
Tiny wittle thing!

PS: Mine Mummy says to tell you (But I'm not sure why anyone would be intewested in This Thing anyway) that This Thing is named BEETHOVEN.
Because his purrthday is on Dec 17, which is Beethoven's purrthday.

Alwight. Now I'm going off to sulk again.

why?

Being the wesponsible genius cat that I am, I snoopervise all of mine Mummy's stuff evewyday.
Now today I saw this weceipt that came out fwom her bag.

Why did mine Mummy buy kitten stuff?
I mean, I'm 14, still quite young, but I weawwy don't think I'm a kitten.
Do you guys think I still need kitten food??

Mine Mummy isn't a kitten either is she?

Then who is this kitten food for???

A Day in the Wife of a Genius Cat

5am Wake mine Mummy up with mine wonderful singing. Oh gwowious stinky goodness!
510am Finished stinky goodness. Back onto mine bed next to mine Mummy.
8am Mine Mummy gets up. Darn. Disturbed mine dweams of a feast.
813am Fowwows mine Mummy awound the house hoping to get some cwunchy goodness for wooking so cute.
821am Mine Mummy succumbed to mine cuteness. Cwunchy goodness on its way down to mine tummy.
834am It's a hot day. Wie down on the fwoor underneath mine Mummy's bed to cool it off.
858am Found mine kitty cwack mousie underneath the bed. Cawwy it out to mine Mummy and demanded she pway with me. Mine Mummy made a few half hearted thwows and then compwetewy ignored me! How wude can she get? Ignowing genius me!
902am Tired of kitty cwack mousie game. Jump onto mine Mummy's bed for a sweep.
1020am Woke up feewing extwemewy hungwy. Sang a bit and gotted mine cwunchy goodness.
1103am Mine Mummy going out. Filled mine bowl with cwunchy goodness to wast the day.
1105am Mine Mummy weft the house and wocked the door. Stuffed mine face with cwunchy goodness.
1111am Darn.Full. Cwunchy goodness all gone. Tummy feels wike expwoding. Dwagged myself back onto mine Mummy's bed.
1237pm Woke up fwom mine kitty nap. Bored. Went back to sweep.
128pm Siwwy bird stood on the window and sang. Woke me up. Scolded bird. Went back to sweep.
256pm Thought of checking out on mine fwiends' bwoggies. Wazy to step out of bed. Went back to sweep.
404pm Weather's darn hot. Woke up. Checked on mine monkeys. I think they're mad. I mean, who in the wight mind would make their home in the water??? Pure madness.
540pm Bored. Hungwy. Went to sweep.
715pm Awake. Can't get to sweep anymore. Chased mine kitty cwack mousie awound. Found the white fuwwy thing with the tail. (actuawwy it's on the bed, but at a corner so I forgot it was there) Dwagged it out and curled on top of it. Went to sweep again.
846pm Awake. But bored. Curled on the white fuwwy thing with the tail and thought genius thoughts since I was too wazy to switch on the compoooter to bwog. (Basicawwy genius thoughts compwises of a few categowies of things namewy, food; food; food; kitty naps; food; food; toys; and food.)
1057pm Mine Mummy finawwy home!!!! Wushed to gweet her at the door and appear cute. As a wesult, mine Mummy went to the kitchen and gave me mine fishy goodness even before she puts down her bag or take off her socks.
1059pm Disaster stwikes! While wooking at me gobble up mine fishy goodness, mine Mummy confessed that she bought BBQ pork today. But she weft it at her studio! A whole packet of BBQ pork! Weft at her studio! Under the mercy of mine Mummy's cowweagues and students!!!!! Not a single bite for me! All in her studio!!!!! CATastwophe! Such wonderful BBQ pork! I wonder if there would be any weft tomowwow!

I am heartbwoken!

Day 5 of monkeys!

Today is the 5th day of mine Sea Monkey pwoject!
And on the instwuctions, they said to start feeding the monkeys on the fifth day, which means today!
I did, and I met with one tiny question.
Do I need to stir the water?
Because you see, all the food fwoated at the top of the water.
And although the aquawium isn't vewy huge, those monkeys are extwemewy small.
So to them, the bottom of the aquawium is wike a squiwwion miles away fwom the top of the aquawium.
How will the monkeys at the bottom know that food has awwived at the top?Well anyway, I attempted to take a pictor of them monkeys with mine Mummy's wousy camewa. Obviouswy a wot of it has to be weft to your imagination.
Even circwing the monkeys out doesn't make it easier to spot them.
And iwonicawwy, the darkest spot on the pictor is not that of a monkey!

Day 4 of Sea Monkey Pwoject

Today is Sea Monkey's Day 4!
And you guys know what? I think I saw a squiwwion of them!
Here's mine paw.
I was twying to take a better wook at them.


*sniff sniff sniff*
Checking that they are fine.

They're weawwy tiny, so they can't weawwy show up on mine Mummy's wousy camewa. I twied counting them but they zap awound so fast I don't know which ones I've counted and which ones I haven't.

I've got to start feeding them tomowwow so I think I'll need to be weawwy careful.
Daisy says not to overfeed them.
I'm gwad Daisy said this because if it were me, I would have thought the more food the happier they would be?
At weast, that's what happens for me, so why shouldn't it be the same for the monkeys?