Babies are noisy

They are.
I don't really like that.
But the good thing is this: when they sleep, they don't take up much space, so I jump up and watch the baby sleep from the end of the bed. Together, we share a bed quite nicely.

I'm not naming names, but somebody else takes up a LOT more room.

I got a job

So, I'm such a big boy that now I have a job. A big boy job.

I'm a baby watcher.

Mama brought home a baby. Well, not really a baby, but kind of a baby.
And when she sleeps, it's my job to watch.

I'm very good at it.

Sometimes she feeds me.
Sometimes she chases me.
Sometimes she plays with me.
Sometimes she yells at me.

She's my baby, and it's my job to watch her sleep.

101

Did you see my new fish?
It's over there.
Look!
I finally have a pet!

Mama says click the mouse and the fishies get fed.

I wish I could click a mouse and get greenies.
But until then, I like watching my fishies.
My pet.

I think I'll start a blog for them.

100 posts!

One hundred posts! That's a lot of thoughts!
I have a lot of thoughts!
I'm LMK, big cat in town.

So, things continue to get worse at the LMK household. There is stuff EVERYWHERE. There is stuff in the bathtub. There is stuff on my extra bed. There are bags of stuff every, every, everywhere. Does she even realize how much extra work it is for me to keep up with all this stuff? I have to rub ALL of it. I have to smell ALL of it. This stuff doesn't just happen on it's own!!!

Human mama says we're adopting a little one.
I'm adopted, so I know what that's like. I hope the new kid is black and white with 6 toes on each front paw. I'll TOTALLY show him all around the house and give him kisses and smack him on the head once in a while. We'll TOTALLY play together all day.

So, we're adopting.
That still doesn't explain all this stuff.

Getting worried

There is a LOT of stuff in my house but it is not mine. My old room has the door shut because girlkitty peed on the rugs. I am worried. I can't get in the room with all the stuff. It's my job to keep all that stuff smelling right and I can't get in there.

Mama is busy. She keeps moving all our stuff around. Sharp stuff, poison stuff, messy stuff goes up high. Boring stuff goes down low. She is always bringing bags of MORE stuff into the part of the ment. She's also busy bringing stuff OUT of the part of the ment. She says we have to make room. FOR WHAT????

Yesterday, she took out a big suitcase and measured it.

I was NOT happy.

But she put it away.

Phew!

Today

I am three!

That's really big.

Lots of strange stuff going on in my house.

I have to be constantly vigilant.

There is a new chair. I did not order it.

Mama moved out one of my jumping stools.

And girlkitty peed on the floor because mama blocked the door to her favorite litter box by accident. P-U.

I use both of the litter boxes. I pee freely. Girlkitty only likes the white one.

But that's all beside the point that I'm THREE! I am, you know, a very big boy.

I'd like to offer up my healing prayers for Dubby, my friend with extra toes who got bitted on the head by his brother and got a hair cut and a medicine. Hope you feel better Dubby. God, please be good to him, okay? And God, if you could, bop his brother on the head a little bit, okay?

That's all I have to say. This is my 98th post.

And I"m three.

Heard Mama on the Phone

Grandparents are coming.
They are sleeping in MY bed.
They are known to dispense treats freely.
Must take both bad and good together, I guess.

Maybe they will buy me a pony.
Mewow.