It’s bad enough Ichigo hogs Mom all the time, weasels into my napping spots, tries to get me to play with him when I have much better things to do, and is just a general pain in the butt. A dirty messy one that can’t keep himself clean to boot! But today, today he crossed the line.

I caught a mouse. It was a hard one to catch, I spent hours staking out the kitchen trying to catch the little bugger. I had him cornered bunches of times, buts the little bugger kept slipping away. And then, finally, I got him and there was no where to run. The mouse was mine. I played with him for a bit, because hey, I worked hard for that mouse. Oh yeah, he suffered and regreted the day he thought to enter our home. And then, just when I was about to savor my kill….

Ichigo darts in, grabs my mouse, and runs away.

Now, I could respect him if he’d ate it. Stole my mouse and dared to eat it too, that would have taken some serious guts and I could have respected him for it. Been angry, yes, but he would have had my respect. But instead he let the mouse get away and then he just sat there and looked at it like he’d never seen a mouse before!!!

The mouse bopped him on the nose and he just let it go. What kind of kitten lets a mouse run away like that? I just, I cannot believe this guy. I don’t care what Mom says, there is no way such a horrible mouser is my baby brother.

I might not get a younger sibling though. Mom saw an ad in the classified that made her upset. A human is moving and is unable to take her kitty with her and is trying to find her a good home. She’s an adult kitty already too. Mom gave the lady a call but the lady is unsure because her kitty has never lived with another cat and is very territorial.

Not really sure what the humans are planning there. They stayed on the phone for a bit hashing things out. We’ll see though!

I saw some pretty cool ads in the classifieds too, but Mom just ignored the ones I tried to point out to her. Like one that had Ordinateurs in big bold letters – that looked promising. I didn’t know what it was about, but it looked cool. Mom eventually said she wasn’t in the market for a computer, so I guess that’s what it means? She showed me other ads in different human languages and said they were the same ones. One in Spanish and one in English too. Wow, the human that wrote them ads really wants to sell their stuff!

Mom was not only looking for a sibling for me in the classifieds, but looking for places to sell some of her stuff. Mom is trying to sell one of her instruments (it’s called a bassoon) and her bike too. No luck on two of those quests, but she seems determined to at least find me a sibling.

But now, an old furriend has come to visit us! Mom isn’t happy though, she actually said she would have been happy if he hadn’t of found us. You see, when we were living with the Old Man and Grandma there were lots of stray doggies and kitties that visited us because some mean humans like to think that the canal is the perfect place to dump teh pets they don’t wants no more. We hadn’t had many strays though, but there was one mancat whose coloring is close to mine that stayed near us all the time. Sometimes Mom would mistake him for me when she would come home in the evening. At least until he ran from her.

The Old Man likes to put kitty food in the bed of his old truck for me to eat when we were there or when we visit so thats I can eat outside but not worry about doggies. Well, Mr. Stray musta been used to that still, or the Old Man has been nice and is feeding him still. Either way, when the Old Man came to visit he brought Mr. Stray with him by accident. When the truck came to a stop out came Mr. Stray from the bed of the truck, he immediately ducked under the truck and hid from Mom and Old Man.

I was outside at the time and very happy to see my old furriend, but Mom scooped me up and took me in the house. They tried to catch Mr. Stray, but he wasn’t having any of it. Now Mom won’t let me out ’cause she said Mr. Stray looked “mangy” and she don’t wanna take a risk with our health.

So poor Mr. Stray, he’s been accidentally relocated to a new home and he’s all alone too. I tried talking to him for a bit from the living room window, but he still looked lonely out there. Mom plans on calling the animal shelter for a trap so she can have him trapped and taken to the shelter. The shelter is now a no-kill shelter so I hope Mr. Stray can be taken care of and find a home with loving humans. He’s a very handsome mancat, but he’s seen better days. You can’t tell in the pic above, but the front of his neck is swollen, his fur isn’t pretty anymore but kinda clumpy looking, and he’s very thin, like so thin you could use him like those pool floats. You know, the plastic stuff humans use to float on water? He’s that thin and light.

Mom left some food out for him though, so he won’t be hungry tonight. But she doesn’t want him going in the shed or coming in teh house. And of course, so long as Mr. Stray is here Me an Isis aren’t allowed outside. Mom is very paranoid about us picking something up from homeless kittehs.

Mom worries too much.

Today I decided it was way past time to put Denali in her place. Instead of bringing icky buggies, snakes, and mice to Mommy I brought her something that was much more worthy of my pretty Mommy. I caught her a pretty black butterfly!

It was hard not to tear him up too badly. Even though I was carefully he still lost some parts. But look how pretty he stayed! Mommy thought he was pretty to, when she saw me bringing it to her she ran and got her camera to take picture of it. She was so proud! Mommy even said so, she said her “pretty kitty caught such a pretty butterfly”. Denali was sooo jealous! She started dancing at Mommy’s feet trying to take it, but I bopped her on the head and put her in her place. That butterfly is Mommy’s gift, not Denali’s!

Mommy has been looking at the prices of a bunch of different kinds of digital camcorders but she hasn’t found one she likes. So unfortunately you don’t get to see Denali throwing a hissy fit. Well, Mommy did record part of it with her digital camera, but it doesn’t capture sound so it’s not as funny.

I wonder if Mommy is going to put it one of those clear stones with the colored bottoms that hold down her papers. They’re kinda heavy so they’re called “weights for paper” or something like that. I hope she likes it enough to keep it.

Isis is very excited because this means she can go on road trips with Mom again. I like riding in the car for little short trips, like to the post office, but not long trips. Isis loves them though and missed traveling with Mom. As soon as we got the good news about the car Isis demanded Mom take her on a trip. I’m thinking Isis had something like those New Orleans, Pasadena, or Orlando vacations though. You know, a long trip that would involve a lot of driving, staying in nice hotels, and lots of sights to see.

But Isis forgot one of Mom’s important rules: only clean kitties travel:

Mom doesn’t like a lot of fur, dirt, or *shudders* fleas left behind in her car. If a simple lint brush won’t clean the seat then the kitty is very dirty in her book. She’s got a lot of books too. So Isis got watered down and then lathered up.

Grandma is the one that actually gave the bath. Isis gets fussy with Mom but she’ll behave for Grandma. Weird, considering Grandma rarely gives treats after a bath and Mom always does. Go figure.

A nice clean Isis. I thought my sister looked very cute in this picture. She disagreed. Threatened to bite me if I posted these pictures too. Oops.