I'll be the Teller of Tales (Tails?)

If you tried reading Roly Poly Ole's blog entry, you can see why I've appointed myself the primary blogger. She's cute but not particularly bright. Pop calls her fat, but Mom calls her voluptuous. I, myself, am quite svelte and I'm also the alpha female in this household, except when it comes to food.

Our people have a ridiculous rule that we don't get our daily canned food until 6PM each day, which means we start acting out (having BE's or Brain Explosions) around 4:30PM to remind them that we're frail and bordering on starvation. We race around the apartment like horses and if any person goes near the kitchen, we carry on like raving banshees. Ole always eats first, while I politely assume my same position behind her and wait until she's finished. Believe me, that's the ONLY time she's a bit alpha!

Sometimes when Mom's lying in bed reading, Ole plops on top of her demanding attention. It makes me want to puke, so occasionally I jump up on the bed and whack her just for being so needy. She really needs therapy but what am I to do?

I'm told I have a bad cattitude sometimes. I'm not sure what that implies, but I like things on my own terms. Mom told me about a calico cat she had in NYC who had a similar cattitude, but I'm not quite as bad. I really like the sound of my own hiss and I like swatting stuff when I'm PO'd. If that's cattitude, then I guess I've got it!

This is the futon where we snooze while Mom's on the computer. There's a wooden box on the computer desk with treats in it so I sometimes tap Mom on the leg to remind her that it's time for our reward just for being cute. One day she got up to do something and forgot to close the box and when she came back Ole had helped herself to the treats and they were all over the desk and even on the floor! That never happened again!