One of the (few) things I like about having other cats in the house

The humans have other people to do things like this to. It really is nice to just sit back and watch, and stifle a giggle. If it means I don't have to wear dresses like this, I'm all about sisters.

I am so adorable

Everyone wishes they were as cute as me. Especially in my special "repose" pose.

Another cat invaded the space again. My humans have turned into cat-people. I don't even like cat-people, and I'm a friggin cat. What's up with that?

I'm really chill, though. This cat is an all-black one. She was the runt of a litter of feral ones that live under the humans' deck. I've seen her outside a couple of times, and we've sniffed each other through the screen door.

She's totally not cool with it, though. She growls at everything. It's made me appreciate how friendly Tulip and Blossom are. The humans think she'll fit in eventually. I'm just hanging out watching her growl.

And looking gorgeous. It's hard to keep up with my exciting life.

Don't even say a word

Yeah, I got busted cuddling with Tulip. Whatever. So what? She was warm. These two new cats have all this fur and they're all warm and everything. I didn't think anyone was looking! I'd never show this much affection if I knew someone was looking, much less taking a picture.

Whatever. My female human thinks I'm getting soft. Sucker.

On a different note, the other day I had a staredown contest with the neighborhood cat. The Big Black Cat was sitting directly outside the bedroom window on a wall so that his head was level with mine when I sat on the windowsill. I puffed up my tail and batted at him through the glass. It woke my female human up, and she got all freaked out just waking up and seeing this big black head at the window. Yeah, well, it freaked me out, too, and that's why I was trying to protect her. Instead she just shut the blinds so we couldn't see each other. She's so lame sometimes.

Getting used to the new cats

So I'm getting used to these new cats that have invaded my space. I stopped hissing because it was making my throat sore. I've decided that I really like their new litter box, but they can't use mine. Just like I can eat their food, but they can't eat mine. It's my house, my rules.

They've pretty much put their scent all over the house now, but I am lucky that one area - my pink soft foamy bed thing - has stayed mine. I told them they couldn't go anywhere close to it.

Tulip and I play a lot - I like her big puffy tail. I like to swat it when she walks past me. Blossom is just kind of blah. She sits. She yawns. She sleeps. Sometimes she meows. I try to play with her sometimes, but it's just not worth the effort.

Anyway, I know lots of you are worried about me stuck up here in the mountains with the raccoons on the deck and these new cats in the house. Not to fear - I'm managing. Just barely.

Intruders

Well, they've gone and done it.

They've really gone and done it.

My humans have brought new cats into the home. A mama, Blossom, and her baby, Tulip.

I mean, they're cute and all, but I mean, it's my house!

I'm hissing a lot.

But I am smelling them, too. I think they're ok.

Still, the nerve of them. I mean, honestly.

I just don't know what else to say about this. I need to think. And lick myself a little more.

Snow

There has been a huge snowfall here in my new home, and thus, a picture of me looking dreamy with a backdrop of the white stuff.

I had been pretty curious about it, but no more, thank you very much. My male human wrapped me up in his jacked and walked outside with me so I could have a look at this weird stuff they get up here. I crawled out and he let me try and walk on it, but then my paw sunk down into it, and it turns out it's actually higher than me this time. So I couldn't really do much. I meowed, and he picked me right back up again and brought me inside and dried me off. So now I just look at the Little Black Cat out the window and gloat.

My humans fed him, though - the Little Black Cat. They fed him my food. Honestly, next thing you know they'll be inviting him in for tea and gossip.

The other big adventure I had this week was that I got to stay in another hotel for one night. My female human had a meeting on Friday morning about 3-4 hours away. She doesn't like to leave home, so she had just been thinking to go up early in the morning. But with this snow and all, she decided she needed to get down the mountain quick-like. So they loaded me in the car on Thursday afternoon and drove me to someplace named Lompoc which was close to somewhere else called Santa Barbara.

The hotel was some kind of weird. I could crawl in the thing they called the "box spring" so I could keep them awake all night. That was fun. It was even more fun when it was time to go home and I crawled up there, and they had to lift the bed up to get me. I laughed and laughed. It was a good time.

I cuddled into my female human's feet on the way home and fell asleep on her ankle. I thought that would be fun. But then. Oh then. Then the real torture started. We got up the mountain and it turns out the road where the humans have bought this house of theirs wasn't plowed, and we had to walk, with all our stuff from traveling the night before, back to the house. I must say, my female human was very gruff with me. She just grabbed me and expected me to be still and not try to run away or put up a fuss.

I could tell they were stressed out, and besides, there's been serious talk of getting another cat lately, so I decided it would be best to behave. We got to the house and it turns out there was no electricity. So it was cold. The male got the car unstuck and the female started shoveling and everybody forgot that I needed food for at least an hour. The male made a fire and the female lit candles and finally I got my dinner. Just because their electricity is off doesn't mean I need to suffer. I don't need electricity anyway.

That said, it was kind of cold throughout the night. They closed the door to the bedroom, which is where I like to sleep, and stayed in the living room where the fire was. So I had to stay out there with them. I guess I may have crawled under their blankets a time or two, but I'd never admit it.

Life returns to Normal after my Humans Desert Me

Oh, and Happy New Year.

My humans deserted me for 12 days. 12 whole days. The heat was out and I was freezing.

Oh, ok, so they did arrange for Tara of Heart and Soul Pet Care to come visit me each day. She fed me and watered me, gave me my hairball treats and played with me.

So I can't be too much of a martyr about it.

Either way, it still sucked.

It sucked so much I let the humans hold me for about 15 minutes last night when they got home. And I slept in their bed with them.

Yeah, I love them. I'm a sissy cat sometimes. But I'm strong enough to admit it.

After a few days I'll go back to my normal routine of ignoring them and complaining about the lack of quality catnip, but for now, I'm just enjoying some warmth in the house and pats on my belly whenever I want them.