Meezer Rule Wednesday: Fussy Sisters!

Ooooh, my two big sisturs had a tiff today! Marilyn's got a bettur explanation of it on her bloggie cuz I didn't see efurrything that happened, but it seems like Marilyn was scratchin' somewheres Brainball didn't want her to scratch, and Marilyn got too close to Brainball afterwards and they started hissin' and then swattin' at each othur.





Momma cutted down on the hosstilitiez real quick by clappin' her hands and nokitty got hurt, but dang, gurls can sure be temperramentle! Marilyn and Brainball don't spat too awful much, hardly at all, really -- and I guess we're lucky they don't spat more than they do cuz they're just so diffrunt, and I think their purr-sonalities clash sometimes.

But I love 'em both, so I didn't take anykitty's side. Just call me the Diplocat.

And speakin' of love, love and huggies and kisses to my Ariel! Me and my sweetie never spat, either *kissies*.

Now for my Meezer Rule: when your sisturs get into a spat, be a Diplocat. How's that? (hey, I'm a poet and I know it, sumetimes I efun show it!)

Daddy's Boy

Here I am, sittin' on Daddy's jacket, near some stuff he's gonna take out to the garage.


Before I came inside to live, I hung around with Daddy a lot in the garage and helped him with projects. I was really good at helpin' him with projects. I'd sit in his lap while he sanded stuff, I'd help him measure all kindsa things, and I helped him find hardware doo-dads like bolts, rivets, and nuts (nuts? wasn't I lookin' for them things a few months ago??) by knockin' 'em out from nooks and crannies where they was hidin', hehehe. I was a superduper garage kitty!

I live in the house now, but I still like helpin' my Daddy when and where I can. We boyz have gotta stick together. After all, there's just so dang much estra... estrij... (how do you spell that, Momma??) okay... estrogen in this house from alla them girlz. *sheesh*

Also, I wanna let you know that my momma put Moonlight on Catster. You'll see his badgie in the sidebar. He was a feral kitty who lived outdoors, but Momma tamed him and got really close to him. He's at the Rainbow Bridge now. If you're a Catster kitty, go say Hi to Moonie. He's a superduper great little fella.