Wednesday, Ocober 19, 2005

Boy, last night was really a trip when I went home and told my feline housemates all about Mom's surprise and my new e-mail address. Nimbus's feelings were a little bit hurt because Dad kept telling him that once he and Mom's website was reworked, his pictures would be up and he would be voted the most beautiful cat on the internet. Velvet copped an attitude because she wants to be on meankitty.com. and Mom has never gotten it together to send in any pictures of her. Phoebe didn't have much to say. I think Phoebe's a bit unhappy with the recent move downstairs and Velvet's temper tantrums. I'm glad that I didn't tell them EVERYTHING, like that I have gotten some fan mail of my very own!

Mom did try and settle things down with a new toy. This toy is really, really cool! It's a stuffed spider that vibrates and moves around when she pulls a string. Nimbus, Velvet
and I has a great time trying to figure it out and playing
with it, that is until Velvet had a hissy fit and whacked
Nimbus on the nose and tried to take a poke at me. Sheesh,
girls!!! Phoebe checked it out from afar. She wasn't going
to go around Velvet.

Velvet was on one all night. She's such a meanie. I think
that after I told her about my new e-mail address she wanted
to prove to Mom that she, Velvet, is one of the meanest kitties
and if Mom does not get her behind in gear and submit her
picture and story to meankitty.com everyone is going to pay.
She even made Mom pay last night. Mom was grooming Nimbus
and Velvet jumped up, attacked Nimbus with claws out, and they
both scratched the heck out of Mom's legs and made them
bleed, like big time. Poor Mom.

The night went on pretty much just like that, with Velvet going
after one or another of us. She even went after Lightening and
Guiseppe, our two Italian Greyhound canine brothers. She has
Lightening scared witless. She'd better watch her act with
Guiseppe, though. Guiseppe can hold his own with mean kitties.
He's known to rear up and pummel a fiesty cat with his stick-like
legs. He bites, too. Guiseppe used to protect Lightening from
Sage (or St. Sage as we felines sarcastically call him), the now
deceased previous-only-cat that used to rule the house.
Confidentially, the feline crew that lives at Chez Lapin now are
all sick of hearing about St. Sage and his wonderful qualities.
Gack!

On that note, I horked up some fine hairballs when everyone went
to bed. In the wee hours, when Mom got up to use the bathroom,
Mom's horkin' seeking feet found one of my finest offerings in the
dark. Go Mom!