Seriously, I''m exhausted. Do you have any idea how much energy an eight week old kitten has? No? Well, let me tell you...
Much more than me, that's for sure. I'm quite happy to sun myself on the window ledge most of the time, and then Mummy and Daddy brought this lil thing home.
Meet Snuggles, my new baby sister!
You all just went aww, right? No, don't go denying it. I know you did. Once I got over my shock that any feline came that small, I thought she was cute too.
Do NOT be fooled by that cute face. Mummy has given her the nickname, Little Miss Attitude. It fits, trust me. Gone is my peace and quiet. I really liked the look of her when she first arrived, but lil Miss Attitude had other ideas. That girl has a loud hiss, I tell you, and she spent the first day or so growling and hissing at everything, especially me.
Mind you, Mummy gave me extra cuddles, and said I was a very good boy for putting up with her, and that she was only scared. I could understand that. Boy, was I scared when I first came to mummy's house?!?
Silly, really, when I think about it now, because everyone in this house is really nice, if completely and utterly bonkers.
No, really, they are. Who in their right mind would have that many people and fur babies under one roof? I have come to the conclusion that Mummy must thrive on chaos.
It's the only explanantion, as I see her whizzing about here, there and everywhere every day, not to mention the hours she spends tapping away at the keyboard of her laptop.
Snuggles and I are determined to help her out there. For some strange reason she doesn't appreciate it when we jump on her hands, or try and eat the corners of her screen or in Snuggles' case the charger.
Can you imagine how much her fur would stand up if she bit through it? My new sister isn't as fluffy as me, but Mummy says give her time.
Did I mention she's a tad cute?
Especially so, when she's worn herself out, because, naturally, I have to join her when she jumps about like a mad thing. No way is one little fluff ball going to outdo me. Besides, as her big bro it's my duty to keep a close eye on her, and wind her up, of course.
You see once I got over her hissing, I made it my mission to get her to hiss at me. Sneak attacks are my speciality. Mummy says it's a tad mean to pounce on Snuggles when she's going to the loo, but I only do it when she's finished (I'm not that mean, besides, imagine the mess.... euw) and it's hysterical to see her jump.
Mind you, this has back fired on me now. Snuggles gets me back by attacking my tail. She has a thing for tails, including her own. I've had words with her about this completely embarrassing habit of hers to chase her own tail.
"You're not a dog, lil lis. Stop acting like one."
Between you and me, I may or may not have tried that with my own tail, just to see what all the fuss was about, and don't tell anyone, but it's kinda fun.
Mummy certainly gets the giggles when she sees us chasing each other around. She calls it kitten Olympics, and, apparently it's good to see me act like a kitten.
Hmm, I thought I was before, but what do I know.
And Mummy says this is our little and large imression. See what I mean. The perch on the window ledge is not my own anymore... Just as well Snuggles is such great company, is all I can say. Now that she stopped hissing at me, we have oodles of fun together.
Actually, she's grown tons over the last week, which doesn't entirely surprise me. That girl can eat, I tell you. Mummy had her checked over by the Vets, and she was given a clean bill of health. I could have told Mummy that. Nought wrong with my lil sis. Mummy better not think of taking me. There has been a viscious rumour going around that I need to have my first health check, so that Mummy can get my flea stuff.
Hmm, good luck finding me when that time comes, is all I can say.
Let her take Snuggles is what I say. She is getting her first jabs tomorrow, well, as long as she's put on enough weight. Will report back on that next week.
For now, I'm off to chill a little bit more, cause that lunatic lil sis of mine is asleep. Phew! She would be, cause Snuggles likes to keep Mummy awake in the middle of the night. She taps her nose and wakes her up by purring at her. I wouldn't dare do that, though I have crept up on the bed and perched myself on Mummy's legs before.
She doesn't seem to mind. Mummy is nice like that.
Until next week, folks.