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Oh, don’t get all excited. I don’t eat cats. I like to lick them. I’m a dog. We lick things. That new cat hisses when I get near him. I haven’t been able to lick him yet but I’m working on it. Kirby doesn’t like it, which is also fun. Tiki doesn’t mind it at all, which bugged me at first because it’s fun to mess with cats, but then I discovered that she likes to lick me too. She grooms my head for me, which is nice. I don’t like it when she licks my nose though. Did you know that cats have weird tongues? It’s like sandpaper. What’s that all about?
Tiki gives me kisses too. She hisses at the boy cats, but she never hisses at me. I like Tiki.
* This is me a long time ago.
I threw up in the Mommy’s shoe and she didn’t yell at me or throw me out into the cold!!!
It was an old shoe that I needed to get rid of and I would never do that to you anyway. And it’s 60 degrees out so even if I did that’s not exactly cold.
The people were worried when they brought me in that since I had been outside for a year and seemed to be happy that I would try to get outside again. I have to tell you even having to put up with the woofie, inside is better! I have no desire to go outside. When the people go near the door I go the other way.
So the other cats who live here are okay. We’re not buddies yet and there’s still a little hissing but we eat together now. If they get too near my food bowl, I do hiss at them. I have discovered that Tiki leaves leftovers, so if I get there before Kirby, I can has leftovers!
I am still spending a lot of time in the basement, but I come upstairs more and more. I like to snooze in the guest bedroom.
I have also found out that if the people are yelling, it is probably at the woofie for chasing us and I am no longer afraid of being yelled at. The woofie doesn’t hear too well so it might be a little loud.
Life is good.