THIS MONTH IS:  FATHER'S DAY

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "I want to congratulate all of the men out there who are working diligently to be good fathers whether they are stepfathers, or biological fathers or just spiritual fathers."  T.D. Jakes

My siblings are weird.  They don't bark.  They whine "meow".  They slink and sneak around and jump on furniture and counters.  I am allowed on furniture but not counters.  And oh how I have tried to get up on a counter.  Sorry dad.

When Mickey and Minnie are outside on the porch and they hear that noisy machine in the house that sucks up dirt and hair and whatever else it goes over, the cats run into the house where the machine is.  Don't they know they are safer outside?  Dumb cats.  I am not afraid of that machine.  I used to try and play with it, but mom quickly nixed that idea. 

My sibs play a game with dad for their evening treats.  They meow and whine and then dad throws a treat on the floor and they chase it.  Me.  I sit pretty and dad just gives me my treat with no tricks.  Again, dumb cats.

Of the two, Minnie seems to be the smarter and braver one.  She drinks out of MY water bowl.  She's even stuck her face in a bowl mom has obviously placed on the floor for me.  That's okay because I've already licked the bowl clean.  I like cleaning the dishes and helping mom out.  Minnie likes to sniff me.  Sometimes we are nose to nose.  I like her.  She is so cute and playful.

Minnie doesn't seem to mind too much when I chase her.  Sometimes she stops running and rolls over on her back.  That's a sign she wants to play.  But when I put my paw on her tummy, mom yells at me.  She said I could hurt Minnie.

Mickey always hisses at me so I don't chase him a lot.  When I do, he jumps on furniture I can't reach or he hides under the bed.  He also bats his paw at me and hits my nose.  Mom laughs so I let him do it.  And all the while I'm thinking if I swat back at him, he will go flying across the room.  I wonder if mom would laugh then.

Thunder is really scarry.  I hide under mom's or dad's desk.  The cats roam around like it's nothing.  Let them get hurt by thunder.  I know I'll be safe.

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I HAVE ANOTHER SIBLING

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "This is my simple religion.  There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophy.  Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.  Dalai Lama

In 1844 on this day the end of the world according to religious followers of William Miller who supposedly gave away their earthy possessions in preparation for the event was supposed to have occurred.

Do you all know I have another sibling?  He's my brother and his name is Mickey.  He's all black with a white tuft under his chin.  Mom found him in a neighbor's garage several years ago and felt sorry for him. 

He thinks he's perfect and king of the castle the way he struts around and sits on the counters regally.

I think he's afraid of me because when I chase him, he runs real fast and jumps on the highest and closest piece of furniture he can reach. 

He likes to sit on mom's lap and ignore me when I am laying right next to mom.   He must think she's going to protect him from me.  He'll occasionally walk right in front of me to get to dad's lap, but he always rushes.  Mickey is such a wimp.

He spends his day in thirds.  One-third waiting for a meal, one-third sleeping, and one-third sitting on the counter waiting for treats.

As far as felines go, I like Minnie better.  Mickey likes to see me get into trouble.  He's always whining and complaining about something.  He can be very loud and obnoxious.

He does have his funny moments though.  Like he forgets where his litter box is.  He had been peeing in the shower for weeks and weeks.  And then one day he just stopped.  Kitty dementia?  A while ago dad brought out the electric frying pan, took off the cover and left it on the island a place where my siblings are supposedly not allowed on.  A while later mom went into the kitchen and saw yellow liquid in the frying pan.  Yup.  Mickey peed in it.  I laughed and laughed because he got into trouble.

Not so perfect, are you Mick?

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