Squirrel Wars

I don’t know who I’m more mad at – Steve for giving Baby Girl the password to my blog, or Baby Girl for going behind my tail to get my blog’s password! Thankfully Walter helped me change Steve’s password and I’m not giving him the new one until he promises to think of others before he thinks of himself. That’ll be the day!!!

Ugh, Steve wears me out sometimes.

But first, I must apologize to you. Things have been so busy here I’m afraid I’ve neglected my blogging responsibilities. There’s been a frenzy of activity, from visitors, to

(Ex) Gays of our Lives

So much for taking a break from the drama. Steve asked me for help getting down to the source of this:

For once I actually felt a little sorry for Steve. He was completely perplexed as to why Willow was in that ad. I knew right away what the ad meant, so I kept my eyes peeled for Willow’s sister Baby Girl.

As the Gay Turns

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.

Ethel on a good day, haha.

“Me” time

As I feared, Ethel’s show was a total bust. Only two cats came – Baby Girl and Bubbles. Evidently her success is limited to the internet.

Needless to say, the mood in the house has not been good. Ethel refuses to come out of her room. Just a glance in her direction and she lashes out. Poor Violet is bearing the brunt of her anger.

I’m trying to steer clear. Frankly, I’m tired of all the drama around here. For right now I just want to be a cat. I need to do me.

So I’m focusing on activities we cats enjoy:

Like stalking insects,

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.