Molly is werid. She jumps around all the time and then she laughs at me when I do something. LIke this other day, Jezebel grabbed me and flipped me over her shoulder. So not fair. But Molly wants to play and then she jumpes up somewhere like Batkitty and looks down on us. Girls are werid.
Abbie is the worst. She just gives us dirty looks when she wants to be next to mom, and then she shoves us aside if we're sitting in mom's lap! Sometimes if we're playing too loud she comes over and smacks us all. It's not fair. She's nowhere near as big as me and she acts like she owns the place. Then she's all nice and lovey dovey with Mom. And mom falls for it!
Mom was watching this funny movie the other night that had a man in bandages in it. the bandages were unravelling and they must have been heavy because he moved slowly. I hope he didn't have cats. That would have been fun. That's the wya Mom walks in the morning when she heads to the kitchen. First she does something with the water, then she mutters and says bad words and pours something into a cup and drinks it. Then she looks down at us and says in the grumpy voice, "You little hairballs." We always pretend we don't like the food and then we eat when her back is turned. Whatever is in those cups doesn't last long.
Abbie curls up on Mom's shoulder and turns into a kitten; it's just so dishonest because usually she's muttering about how me and Jezzie are 'whippersnappers.' But she plays with toys, too. It's kind of spooky. I mean, she's an old lady! Me and Jezzie don't make too much noise; we're not like Molly, who's always going, "mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom." Molly was adopted so I guess she's kind fo insecure. She had a bad trip to the Bad Place and she never really got over it.
But the best time is when Mom lies down and we get to snuggle. Sometimes it's not good----sometimes she wakes up a lot. But when she doesn't, it's very nice, because we pin her down and she's like a human-shaped pillow. If she didn't have that weird water habit, she wouldn't be that bad. She laughed too loud when I fell in the tub, and she keeps laughing at me and Jezzie. But we know things. When Molly got out the other day, she intercepted messages from the Others who told us about how so many kitties don't have moms who cuddle with them. Of course, the cats that mom gives our extra food to---and hers, too----want justice against the owners who threw them out without a warning or an explanation. They're really poor, but they're really kind of scary, too. They don't last long in this neighborhood. In the summer, I'll get used to a kitty, and then he'll disappear and I'll hear the news from the next kitty; they didn't make it. IT makes MOm upset. It makes me upset, too.
I think I need a snuggle.