Meowmy is slowly switching us to a raw diet.  Mmmmm...turkey.  I like it because it costs more money.  :)  Angel and I are cleaning our plates nicely.  Dummy Davis has the sniffles again so he's not eating as much.  In other mews, I have lots of Da Bird feathers waiting for me.  Mommy bought two dozen.  I like her.  She is so trainable!

Singing the Blues

Owwwww...I'm in timeout...owwwww...  Meowmy seems to be ignoring my soulful cries.  I didn't even DO anything!  I went into Davis' room and made him scream.  How come I get in trouble when he's the one who screamed?  I think this means I won't be getting any treats tonight.  This morning, she put me on the floor after she got tired of my begging and jostling for her breakfast.  That woman is getting meaner every day!

Mommy calls me PIT--Princess-in-Training.  She and Daddy think I am becoming a diva.  They have no idea what's coming...

Weekend Mews

Today is St. Francis of Assisi's feast day.   Since our church is named for the patron saint of animals,  it has an annual blessing of the animals.  Mommy wanted to get me blessed.  Pah!  Good thing the schedule wasn't right.  I heard dogs and horses go.  All the more reason for me not to.

It's been a boring weekend.  Mommy shared her waffles with me this morning.  I got yelled at for chewing wires.  Those humans know the rules:  don't leave anything that they don't want damaged unattended.  Simple, no?  Daddy's going to start yelling at the tv in a few minutes, so I better make myself scarce.

New Regime

Hiya! Meowmy has relinquished her blog to me...one step closer to world domination, heh heh heh. My name is Cara. I am four years old. I can't wait to share all my thoughts with you. Mommy's only rule is I have to keep that stupid picture of George up. Everything else will change when I get a chance. I hope you enjoy reading my blog and visit often!

Oh, and so you don't think I'm some little push-over, here's what my teeth look like: