A Satine Post!
Okay. So after being stuck in an airport overnight, and later on in a cat carrier for 3 days (they let me out at hotels, I wasn't abused), I found myself in Texas. I was all.. WTF?!
And then I found out I had to live with Bob and Gizmo and I was really mad. Especially at Gizmo and her belly fluff of doom.
I bullied those cats around in their own house for quite a bit. ('Their' house? I meant MY house.) And Gizmo and I pounce and chase each other all the time. I came to terms with them, mostly. Bob's alright.
Although, I did go through a weird phase where I slept in the bathtub. Everyone was afraid I might be sick or something. I admit, I kinda did it for the attention.
Then there's this guy. I fight with him sometimes. He gets me all riled up. Sometimes he bats his hand at me like he has paws and claws. Then I attack his feet.
Here's us fighting:
Here's me mocking him:
Mock mock mock. ooooh, a white ninja. So EDGY.
He's alright though.
Though I would prefer he didn't know it.
I still hate that little black cat outside though. He's a stray, but they feed him anyways. They even pet him. No way he's coming in here. The other cats don't care much when they see him, but I go crazy at the window. I paw at the door, and get so worked up that I kind of snort a little. The people kind of giggle at me, but that black cat knows I mean business.
Also, I'm on a diet, and I hate it. Whenever it's time to eat, I come running and making pitiful noises. I'm thinking if I act pitiful enough they will feed me more. But I HAVE lost a pound. So that's good.
Oh, and we got catnip mouses for Christmas. I still play with mine. It's awesome!
Thanks for asking about me! I miss all of you too. And that house where I was the only cat. And scaring the hell out of those little green things in the big jar. Ooh, and chasing the fish. I'm sure if I hadn't been kicked out, I would've caught them eventually.
Ciao!
~Satine