We have a visitor this week and Steve is completely smitten. His name is Basil Worthington and he’s what Steve calls “mature” and “cosmopolitan.” [I imagine that’s what Basil’s mom and dad were going for when they named him that.] Mr. Worthington is six and lives in a place called Louisville.
Basil’s mom and dad hired a professional photographer to take pictures of him. [I think my moms’ pictures look just as nice.]
Basil’s parents took a trip and so he’s staying with us. Steve follows him around like a puppy dog. [I probably shouldn’t insult my brother like that, but I think my Valentine to him more than makes up for it.] Continue reading →
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: Continue reading →
Steve here. Carol’s been acting funny lately (well, acting like a real cat, but for Carol that’s weird), so I’ve had more time on the computer. Works for me. Besides, I’m doing my best to steer clear of Ethel right now. She hates me on a good day, and with the mood she’s in after her “concert” flopped, things could get ugly. I normally enjoy tormenting her, but even I know when to lay low.
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. Continue reading →