Grace: He's here, Sophia!
Sophia (preening): Do I still look like the prettyest? Is my collar straight?
Grace (bouncing off all flat surfaces): He came back home! He loves us after all?
Sophia: Yay! Now I'll curl up here and look like the prettyest.
Grace: And I'll press my cute little blue paws into his throat and knead, just to show him how happy ( Read more... )

Sophia: Grace, what are we going to do?
Grace: What do you mean?
Sophia: Our person says we're moving.
Grace: What, from this apartment? That's not so bad....
Sophia: No, all the way across the country! That's three thousand miles!
Grace: Oh.
Sophia: I guess we have to get scritches for it. But I'm scared.
Grace: I bet our person's scared too. But ( Read more... )

We are very lonely these days.

Now we have a people, clairaide, and she is warm and snuggly and appropriate for us to sleep on and butt heads with. But she is not the kittan daddy, who is away again....

Why does he keep going away? Maybe he does not like us any more.

Grace: No, silly. He likes us lots. Look, a kitten mitten!
Sophia: Then why is he gone ( Read more... )

This weekend we killed a mouse.

It was there, and we were hungry, and it looked at us funny!

Grace: It had spicy-smelling brains....

But we think this might have made one of our people upset. She looked pretty mad. We guess that the mouse was probably attached to the box of kitten amusement, and was pretty intimately involved in making it ( Read more... )