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!