Kahlua here, grabbing the pawboard from Brandy who's sulking cuz she gots stuff dripped into her ears again.
Its me 4th week anniversary here. MommaVal thought I was real docile, just a lazybum cat who kneads and purrs. I showed her after a couple of days; I got the 'tude, dude. Thats about when I ripped open my stitches and got myself stuffed into a cone. She learnin' *I* the boss around here.
The downside: she startin' to call me "Sam." She getting old and her mem'ry is goin, I figure, cuz she doesn't mean to call me that. If she a few years older, she could retire for good and get paid for being home, but she not THAT old yet. (She does get a senior discount at Freddy's and Ross's now which she likes, but she still too young elsewhere.)
Brandy been here 2 weeks now. She purrs even louder than Sheriff Sam, but she kinda unsure of MommaVal due to the ear torture. 'Course she so silly that a dangly feather toy amuses her for hours.
Anyway, we two reasonably happy kits - by the way, what's with all the glow lights? MommaVal tells me to keep my paws offen them; stop chewin' the funny tastin' greenery, and all that no-no stuff.





You sure are apretty girl! And don't feel too bad...my mom keeps yellin' NO at me too. So why she hang all the toys on the kitmas tree if I can't play with 'em????