Penny Candy

So, the woman took the kitty away. I heard the kitty crying and saw the woman carrying the box that she puts me in to take me places. Then, I took a nap and she came back with the kitty and said it was okay for the kitty to really meet me and that the kitty didn’t have bad diseases. So, she let the kitty stay in the carrier for a little while then she opened it and I saw it and smelled it and ran. Once the kitty started running and I chased her and tripped her. It was fun. But then the woman said be careful.
I didn’t like the kitty at first cause it so loud and cried all the time but then I liked it and gave her a bath and cuddled her for a little while. I think the kitty is fun. Now if the woman would just give me my mouse back.
So, the kitty’s name is Penny. Penny Candy.

Small Things

I like chasing crickets and pushing them around and holding them down and biting off their legs. It makes the woman squeal, no kitty. I also like mice. I like to stalk them and stare them down and wait for them to sneak out from under the stove, and I chase them. The other night, I caught one and the woman was reading and the man said, what has she got, and the woman said, whore doll, and the man said, unless whore doll grew a tail, I don’t think so, then I ran to give it to the woman and when I jumped to get in her lap and give her the wiggly mouse, she screamed, oh my god, she has a tail hanging out of her mouth, get it. The man, laughed, and I dropped my mouse at her feet and she went nuts. (I’ve said, she has issues). But, when I dropped the mouse, it ran and I chased and caught it and it was fun. But, the man took that mouse and put it outside. Then the woman said, I’m putting out poison. I don’t care about PETA.
Then, they left and were gone for hours and I was worried but when they came home, they had a carrier, like mine, and inside was this little squeaky thing, and I thought, yeah, they brought me a mouse, and I ran down the hall. They put it in the spare room and I tried to look under the door and could barely squeeze my paw under and I meowed and then I heard it: a kitten. A tiny kitten going meowwwwing and the woman holding it and snuggling with it. The man went in too and they said, no Ginger, you stay here. So, all weekend, I’ve had my nose to the floor trying to catch a glimpse of this new kitten. The woman said, after we know that she doesn’t have diseases, you can meet her. Where did they get this kitty that it would have diseases? EWWWW.

It's hot

The woman keeps saying that I'm getting a sister. What's a sister? The boy has a sister and she screams a lot. Am I getting one of her? I wish she understood me. I don't want a sister. I want tuna. Yeah, a lot of tuna in the bowl by my water. She said the sister is tiny and still has its eyes closed. Well, why would she want something that doesn't open its eyes? She said that she thinks that the sister will keep me company; I have Bell Bear and Whore Doll and the mouse under the stove. Why does she have to bring a screaming sister?

Oh, I have fleas and the woman is so mad. She said the flea medicine doesn't work and now the baby, that's me, has allergies again. She cut my hair where I itch and put the medicine on my skin so that I don't itch. It works but she keeps looking for the fleas and makes me hold my head down or up or over to the side, then she lifts my tail and looks at my butt for fleas. She's obsessed with fleas.

The pillow is soft. I think I'll put my head down for just a minute. Yawn.

It jumps

So there was this giant thing in the floor and it hopped and hopped and I chased it and caught it and then it got loose again and it hopped and hopped. The woman screamed for the man and he came and caught it and put it outside and the woman said, kitty, we are civilized here and we don't eat insects. I am watching the door incase it comes back in. I will eat that insect.

Fur is sure sticky

The man and the woman took off and left me alone. That’s right. I’s alone except for the woman’s friend. She came and petted me and made sure I had food and water. So, when the woman and the man came home, I let them know how sad I was that they were gone. I bit the woman’s hand, I tapped the man’s foot, and then I snuggled and let the madness go. Today, I’m on the screened back porch watching the birds and thinking how easy it would be for me to snatch one out of that tree. Sometimes, I hiss at them and other times I meow. The woman says, it’s okay. They won’t hurt my baby. Ha. I eat those birds, if I could.
Whoops, gotta go. I think I hear a mouse.

I like a lot.

I think I've scratched again. The woman is putting powder on my head and reminding me that I'm not supposed to scratch and she is saying I need my nails clipped, something she won't do, so I gots to go to the vet. I like the vet, but I don't like going away from the woman.

I like bubble baths. When the woman gets the tub full of bubbles, and gets in, I like to swat the bubbles. One time I fell in and got all wet. I like the shower too and sometimes stick my head in and chase the water coming down.

I also like the woman's lap and the man's feet. Both are nice to sleep on and they don't wake me up. I like the whore dolls, and think I need new ones, since I've eaten the faces off. I like the woman's shoes, but she says no kitty. I also like the lap top and when the woman writes, I cuddle with it and sometimes swat at her hands when they go every where.

I don't like the flea medicine that she puts on my neck. It makes me feel bad for a day or two even if she says and the vets says it's harmless. I don't like popcorn, it sticks in my mouth and taste bad. I hate the cold weather cause then I cannot go out on the back porch and watch the birds building their nests. I wish the screan weren't there and I could chase those birds.

Kids and Kitty

The kids were last weekend and they had been gone for a long time, like three weeks or something. They both ran and chased me and I chased them and hissed, I hissed a lot. When I hissed, the Baby cried and the Boy laughed. The woman would say, Kitty, don’t hiss at the Baby, you hurt her feelings. Well, funny how when the kids are here, I am not the baby but Kitty and the bigger I get, and the Baby is getting bigger too, the more I get fussed at. Plus, the Baby sits in the woman’s lap all the time and I cannot get there and so I hide beside the chair and swat at the woman’s arm until she looks down and I meow all pitiful. So, at night when they all go to sleep, I curl up on the woman and if she turns over, I find a new place on her to curl. When the kids went back to their house, I got in the woman’s lap and did not budge and she scratched my chin, and rubbed my back, and I even let wash my face with a damp cloth—something I really hate. This week, the big boy is coming. His feet stink and he eats all the time. The woman said he is hitting puberty and we need to give him room. Room for what?

Oh, and I forgot, I've been hanging out on the screened back porch and there's a feral kitty who comes over and puts her nose on the screen. The woman is feeding her. I want to play with this little kitty and be friends, but the woman says she is wild and if we do catch her and keep her, she has to go to the vet and get shots and flead and wormed and all of that. I hope I see her today.