Now these upstart "kittens", as Mom calls them, are double the torment and irk me to no end. Mom talks in funny voices to them and gives them treats and toys and all kinds of attention. Even my dear sister, Lexie, may she rest in peace, used to PLAY with them, can you imagine the indignity.
But I have tried to put my best paw forward and have "allowed" Pyewacket to sniff noses with me. And he has a tendency to rub his furry body against mine, letting his tail fondle itself around my back. Almost unbearable, but I did NOT bark or try to bite him (that time).
Just wanted to set the record straight that I am being as indifferent as I can to their advances. I will attempt to tolerate these
|No, they are not cute. Do NOT trust them a minute. I mean it.|