Babies Are Born!

Well, guess what? I'm an older sister and not happy. Everyone just keeps on going "Aw" at the babies and not at the real diva star, ME. My dad, Big Daddy, who lives 20 minutes away is real proud of his babies. Mama just HAD to have more kids. As if I'm not enough!
And not one of the babies look cute. They have thin wisps of fur, closed eyes, and feeble bodies. Human babies look like plucked chickens. 
Stop it Friskins. I won't have you being a pouting little bossy boots, whining and complaining. All the kits look perfectly normal and are therefore, absolutely precious. 
Not. They look like skinned rabbits
Friskins the kitten! Shall I smack you?
Yeah like that's got any effect on me...
Very well.
OW! Maaah!
You did deserve it. Do you know you looked just like them when you were newborn? You mewled quite a lot.
ACK! I'm gonna puke now.

Good News and Bad News...

The bad news : My mother's owners are moving. The good news: She's gonna live with us...FOREVER!!!! Ma doesn't seem to mind ; she's actually good with it. I'M SO HAPPY-Y-Y-Y!!! Yip-yip-yippee! Oh! That's Mom at the door. I'll get it!
 Stand aside Friskins. Let me type.
But Mooom! 
No "But"s Friskins. It is my turn. Please step aside. NOW.
Grouch. Fine. Here.
My worthless old owners are moving to some place else and I shall now live in Frisky's owner's humble abode. It is my duty as a pregnant mother that Friskins keeps all paws to herself and remembers her manners. She will not touch my stomach as I am expecting children at the moment. And Friskins?
Yawn. Yeah?
We do not call our mothers "Grouch". Understood?
Yes mother. 
I think I have second thoughts on being happy about Mom moving in.....

Mama, pregnant.

AAAAAACK!

I've got 2 bad things to tell you fans about! 1) Cupcake's hurt his right paw! (Go to his blog and see how he's doing by clicking here: puggyprince.blogspot.com) 2) My mother and her owner have gone for a 3 day vacation! Help me!!!!! I"M IN DESPAIR!!
 20 minutes and 12 pats later.....
OK, I just calmed down because my owner just started petting me. Anyway, Cupcake has been taken to the living room to have this ucky brown stuff on his injured paw. I've seen the medicine, and even dared touch it. I got the cold slimy stuff on my paw and I had to have a bath (which I hate).  After my dreaded bath, I started mewing loudly as to get some attention. My plan backfired, and I got a telling off. 
And how, just HOW can I wait 3 whole days for my Mama to come back? I'll hope for the best.

The Horrendousness of Little Boys

Sorry everyone! I haven't written in quite a while and I know how much you love to visit my blog! Gr, I'm so MAD at myself! 

 Any-hoo, our neighbors came over for lunch today. I don't know their names because they're in foreign language. The family has 2 kids and they are young. Like, 4 or 5. Both boys, UGH! They both pulled my ears and tugged and my tail and had LOUSY attempts to pat me on the head. And the way they did it! Thump, thump, thump over my head!

Injections

Oh, today was the worst day in the WORLD! Namely, INJECTION day! I don't like my vet either. He holds me too tightly, and also he makes us wait for HALF AN HOUR while he finds those stupid shots of his!
 When it was my turn to go, before my owner could grab me, I ran for it! I ran back to the waiting room, and climbed on the vet's big cabinet. My owner had to climb up on a chair to reach me!

No matter how many times I tried to escape, I was caught. So...I just got a stupid shot.

Yuck, Blech, PEE YEW!!!!!!!!!!!!

My favorite room in the house, the study, got painted today. Auburn, quite a pretty color, and an exquisite name. Auburn. Auburn. Auburn. AUBURN! 

Me and the dogs got a royal telling off because we stepped into the room, and practically got paint on our paws. We were told "not to set ONE SINGLE paw in the room" or we'd be in for it, big time! My owner is VERY excited. She says it look "fab-tastic". 

The paint arrived right now. It smells weird. I tried to give it back to the painter guy by pushing it along with my head, and my paws. But he wouldn't take it back no matter HOW hard I tried. They're painting now, and weird smells are coming from that room. 

I think I'm up for some chicken. Good by, everyone. See ya soon.

My Worst Day

Monday is always my WORST day of every single week in a month. This Monday, I accidentally got a piece of wood when I happened to see Mama's house was getting new chairs. And after that, I climbed up the cabinet and I fell. Thank goodness the fluffy rug was there! Then, I accidentally got scratch marks on the sofa when I climbed up it, and I got a telling off. Uggggghhhh! I hate Mondays and I'd rather have an extra Tuesday because I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE MONDAYS! Deep breaths. Huhhh, hoooo, huhhh, hoo. I gotta go. Where's my little ball?