A hero

That's me.
That girl was going to fall off a the bed.
I mewowed my "serious emergency" mewow. (I usually use this when I am stuck in that horrible box going to that horrible vet.)
Mama thought I was maybe stuck in a box and going to the vet and she didn't know.
So she came in.
And saw that girl.
And moved her.
And said I was a VERY good boy.
She said I was a hero.

My name is LMK and I am a hero kitty. I am Little Man HERO kitty.

Monday Holiday

Today is a Monday Holiday. Mama's school has off. That Girl's school has on.
So mama is home with me, which is the way life should be. I used to hate Monday holidays because Mama would clean stuff and mess up everything I'd worked hard on. But now I like them. Because a mama with a vacuum cleaner is still a mama.

LMK

PS: last night That Girl accused me of knocking over stuff. As if!

That Girl

is not very nice to me. She has more toys than me. She sits in MY mama's lap. She tells me "no, no, no" when I get on the kitchen table, and then doesn't listen when I tell her "no, no, no." She chases me. This is NOT GOOD.

Mama says you have to look at the bright side. Here's the bright side:
1) She is warm. I like sleeping in her bed, but if she wakes up and sees me, she cries.
2) She can feed me. This is a good thing.
3) No matter what, I'm OLDER. I became 3 in June and she had to wait until October to be 3. I'm older. I'll always be older. I'll be 4 before her. HA!

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.