Hello, Kittens.

The black-and-white boy cat shows up and asks if the fluffy calico's black-and-white kittens are his. The fluffy calico says, "No, they're mine." The black-and-white cat says, "Hmm," as a orange tabby kitten much like the ones the white tiger cat made chomps on his tail.

I could be wrong, but this black-and-white cat only comes around once in a while, and now there are two black-and-white kittens following the fluffy calico around. The third was like seeing a ghost. A cute little fuzzy ghost. Could my Siberian tiger friend I haven’t seen in 11 weeks be the kitten-daddy? I don’t know. These three are terrified of us. Not even food is doing the trick to get them to come over.

Ladies, Have You Tried…Toys?

My little girlfriend who doesn’t want to live with me loves playing with a squeaky mouse on a feather stick. It technically belongs to the Ninja Twins, but they’ve got two so sharing is caring and all that. *ahem* The other lady cats have no idea what we’re doing. In fact the one who hisses all the time ran away for a full minute when I dropped the squeaky mouse in front of her, and the fluffy calico thinks I’m trying to kill her.

This is my life now.