A Blog of One’s Own

I’m back. It’s been a rough week. The furry beasts [Eggnog, Walter, and Sherman] locked me out of the computer, took over my blog, and are demanding one blog post a week. This is MY blog! But for the sake of peace, I’m letting them have their way. And they say that I create drama. Ha!

It’s warmed up outside and LOUD Mom enjoys opening the windows to let fresh air into the house. That’s great for me because it gives me the opportunity to chat with my neighbor friend, Baby Girl. Baby Girl is always a good sounding board for me [much to Eggnog’s chagrin]. Baby Girl gives great advice. I guess that’s why she became a certified Life Coach.

Me watching out the window for Baby Girl.

So I was chatting through the window with Baby Girl, telling her what the furry beasts did to me. Baby Girl said we live in a culture where boys have all of the power. She told me that it’s not uncommon for boys to assert their dominance when their power is threatened. If I want to take back my power, Baby Girl said that I need to do what she says and stand up to them.

A bag full of mixed nuts

I’ve been biting my tongue, but someone needs to speak up, so I guess, yet again, it’s going to be me. Carol already thinks I’m a goody two-shoes anyway. This whole blog thing Carol started has careened out of control. We were a nice, quiet household until her blog. Just three dogs, four cats, two moms, and a person who abandoned us to go to college. But now we’re stuck in a soap opera. Let me sum up how ridiculous life in the “not-so-fast-lane,” as Carol puts it, has become:

The show must [unfortunately] go on

As I write, Ethel’s “show” is only hours away. Thank goodness. My ears can’t stand much more. I hope she gets a good turnout or life in this house is NOT going to be pretty.

One of Ethel’s “fans” sent her this t-shirt and she refuses to take it off.

Ethel’s also decided that she needs a band. So I spent the weekend helping her write a Craigslist ad and interviewing potential band members via Skype.

Move over Beyonce…

Hello, my name is Ethel. I’m sure you recognize me from my debut this week on Katzenworld. Well, that wasn’t actually my debut. In my youth, I was a bit of a model. Carol’s going to put a few of my photographs on the internets for you to see.

Uploaded by Carol

My family refuses to acknowledge my star qualities, so it was refreshing to receive recognition from a venerated feline site like Katzenworld. When I heard that I was going to appear on their TRT, I knew this was the opportunity I’d been waiting for my whole life. This time no one – especially not my scoundrel of a brother Steve – can stand in my way!

I was born to sing. In fact, Little Mom adopted me when I was eight weeks old because she loved my voice. Whenever we have visitors they are always entranced by my vocal abilities. So why no one in my family accepts my talent is baffling. But I’m a strong, independent cat and will forge my own path to stardom.

General Sherman’s March to the Sheets

I don’t pay much mind to my furry beast of a brother Sherman (aka The General). The only time I worry myself with him is when he joins Walter in a game of chase with me as the prey. Otherwise we keep to ourselves.

But today I’ve had it. Sherman’s managed to seize ALL of my favorite sleeping spots. It started with the bed. It’s embarrassing to admit, but Steve and I snuggle on the bed in the winter to keep warm.